...and not a drop to drink. Not for the residents of 800, 816 and 818 Jefferson Street, that is.
Yes, it's another water main break, the 4th one in less than a week:
- Wednesday, Nov. 10 - 12" water main break on 7th between Clinton & Grand Streets
- Friday, Nov. 12 - 12" water main break near 12th and Washington Streets
- Saturday, Nov 13 - (another) 12" water main break near 12th and Washington Streets
- TODAY, Nov. 15 - 6" water main between 8th and 9th Streets on Jefferson
Here it goes; our aging infrastructure giving up the ghost in a rat-a-tat fashion similar to all the light bulbs in a home blowing at the same time.
Or, perhaps just an unfortunate coincidence?
I'd like to offer a third option: it's the Lord G-d himself taking things into His own hands.
Instead of 40 days and 40 nights of rain, the sinners of Hoboken (yeah, YOU) will be cleansed in a baptism of water main bursts; our streets will flood and faucets run dry, and we'll bathe in the murky waters together, 'new' and 'old' residents, scrubbing our sins away side-by-side. B&Rs and yups, passing the sponge. Amen.
I think that's what the Lord is up to.
After a vicious political contest, which is really only Part 1 of a much longer, vicious political contest... with the Board of Elections' criminal referrals for election fraud being handed to the Hudson County Prosecutor on Wednesday... a NJ State Assemblywoman's embittered defense of the Mail-In ballot system... a new cast member appearing in tonight's episode of the City Council Abuse Theatre...
This flight is all turbulence, but are we getting anywhere?
You'll need this:
I'm thinking the Lord is as nauseous as we are.
Only you can just bitch on the blogs and He can burst water mains. And don't kid yourself: He's doing it.
Look around you.
Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink.*
*GA personal note: the first time I heard that expression I was a senior in High School, doing a semester internship at Paine Webber, 114 Broadway... one of the married stockbrokers mused to another married stockbroker in a wistful fashion as he surveyed attractive young women walking out on the plaza: water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink.