Hey Cistern
When I hear the word "cistern," I wonder why the formal plural of sister is not "sistren" since the formal plural of brother is "brethren." Truly I could have been a philosopher. Last week, Mark took me adventuring near Downtown Houston. Mainly, to the cistern. I have lived in Houston basically my whole life, and I never knew Houston had a cistern. Turns out once-upon-a-time, the giant one-and-a-half football field tank kept the drinking water for the city. And now it doesn't, which is why we were allowed to go inside it. Otherwise, we would obviously be contaminating Houstonian's drinking water. The white floating blocks are for artistic purposes that will be explained later The huge underground space reminded Mark of the Mines of Moria in Lord of the Rings. Meaning, of course, that the place isn't captured well in poor lighting. Thus, most of my pics from the day trip are not in the cistern. Which, I suppose, is dumb if that's