I am reading Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath, and the Joads are on their epic trip from Oklahoma to California. Resources are slim. Water is scarce, and the migrant families pay dearly for each gallon.
I live in Augusta, Georgia. Running alongside this city and separating it from the neighboring South Carolina is the Savannah River. Sometimes in the summer months, the temperatures will break the 100-degree mark, and all around us becomes hot and dry. We have to run the sprinklers sparingly or face fines, and on the news will be stories of other places with sterner rationing. Newspapers write that Atlanta’s population growth is threatening the water supply. In times like these, I think of the Savannah River which keeps on running. From that river, we have our drinking water. [Read more…]