Many, if not most of us living in Los Osos, came from someplace else. Some from larger towns or cities with sanitary infrastructure already in place, maybe even RE-placed by the time we were using it. Some from houses that had a septic tanks already in use (or maybe you were on a replacement tank at that point, a step up from the redwood barrel that once served the earlier homeowners. Not too many from the hippie days of an outhouse off in a field I would guess, although there may be a few who had that unique experience. What one does while camping way out in the sticks does NOT count, unless you LIVED there for months or years).
Think about it, in 2016, WE of the PZ are going to go where very few of us have gone before! We are getting brand spanking new, fresh sewer pipes to... to... So—! how many of us HAVE EVER HAD pristine, new pipes to christen!
Their use might be a small unnoticed event for many or most perhaps, this emergence into the 21st century of urban life with something the Romans had centuries ago. But my first flush might just be the contents of a bottle of champagne: first to reflect on and honor the humble pipes that took years of battle, money, hard work and tears to place into the ground. And I'll do it too for a future without that ever present drone of sewer anger cautioning and framing acceptable speech amongst my new acquaintances here in Los Osos.
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