The footchase is over, disentangling into beery memory. A catalog of stupid comments I likely made or thought as I struggled to come to grips with the orchestrated chaos of AGUA's Third Annual Tinfoil Hat Party are likewise being pushbroomed into obsolescence. And it's sad.
Had I to do it all over again I would have brought each of these champion's of aquifer protection a token of my appreciation: A TVP Swedish meatball or origami whistling duck. Thankfully, it's never too late to reach within, into the tinfoil of our souls, and extend a grateful “attaboy/girl.”
You too can get to know the AGUA-bots and bring them your special, individually aportioned sentiments any day of the year. Tinfoil is not required, just darn sexy.
See for yourself:
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