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Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.
The above lines were all I was ever required to learn of Coleridge’s The Rime of the Ancient Mariner … thank
ye gods. The whole is a long, boring piece of verse but a darn good
story and these few lines nicely fit conditions in N.E. Tennessee at
present. When I was at Watauga Lake early last month, the water was as
high as I’ve ever seen it. Now it is more than three feet (@one meter)
higher than it was then. Fortunately I live on a high ridge which is not
on the Watauga watershed but is on the Nolichucky watershed. At my
granny’s house in the springtime of my life, we were on the line between
the two districts; I could pee off the front porch and it could
conceivably find its way to the Watauga River. If I peed out the back
door, some would eventually wind up in the Nolichucky River. Granny
frowned on such practices but little boys gotta do what they gotta do.
Get ready … a great weekend coming!
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