As I drove home late last night, I scoffed at the sprinklers watering the trees on the medians that separate the sides of the street in an upper class neighborhood. Water spilled into the street and I thought, There are people in Africa dying because they don't have clean water, yet our tax dollars pay for clean water for the trees.
Don't get me wrong, I love trees--probably more than the average person loves trees. But I don't love trees more than I love the average person.
Or so I like to tell myself.
I got home and brushed my teeth with the water running and flushed the toilet and took a hot shower and poured myself a cup of water to soothe my allergy-scorched throat.
And now I wonder. . .
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