This picture was taken of me sitting by the top of a waterfall in North Georgia, about 1967, smoking a cigarette.  Everybody knew back then when you took a long healthy draw of a cigarette, you could see things deeper and see the meaning of life.

I remember what I was thinking as I inhaled.  I was wondering if I peed into the waterfall, would my urine flow into the Savannah River and eventually into the Atlantic Ocean or would it flow into the Chattahoochee River and go into the Gulf of Mexico? 

Or into a drinking supply and into someone’s coffee?

Questions, questions!  And no answers.