I have always loved drinking fountains. As a child, I knew where every drinking fountain was in the neighborhood and in every store we had ever visited. At the neighborhood park every day, I would climb up and peer down inside the empty shell of the broken drinking fountain, hoping that someone had fixed it. Invariably, its concrete form was still stuffed with candy wrappers and miscellaneous garbage, so I would run to the far end of the park, to the drinking fountain that did work, for a long, glorious drink of fresh cool water.

Josselyn Ivanov

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