Evidence of Our Survivalist Predecessors

When we moved into our house 6 years ago, I discovered several old jugs stored in the garage. A few of them, mostly bleach jugs, had been filled with water and sealed with wax. Out of curiosity I had opened one to find out what it contained even though I had a pretty good idea. I guess I was hoping for moonshine.

I remember the water being very clear - no funk at all. I think they were filled with distilled water since one of the empty jugs had a painted distilled water label from a local company called Deep Rock.

I cleaned up the empty ones but I haven't quite brought myself to emptying or even cleaning the two remaining full jugs. There is a certain intimacy in possessing an object that the previous residents had taken such care to prepare. I mean the water in those jugs was put there decades ago by someone who I have a lot in common with. It is peculiarly meaningful.

On the other hand, I'll probably dust them off and dump 'em out in a few more days.