re: Stories from working on the road

One thing you learn to appreciate is good water. In Baton Rouge, for all its faults, the water is amazing.

You don’t know how true this is until you’ve had really bad water. Like makes New Orleans water look tasty bad.


Sweeney Texas on a turnaround in a cat cracker. Only gringo on the crew. Pouring sweat and exhausted and aching but you’d still have to choke the water down because it tasted grey. They said it was potable but god it was the foulest, worst tasting thing ever. And when you’d shower with it you’d come away feeling dirtier somehow, as if there was some invisible film it left on you.