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This town has justifiably been proud of its drinking water ever since Mr. Thompson piped in the first supply from the Green River. Water quality improved substantially when I remembered to, urk, wash the bottle I carry every day. Using fresh suds, I detailed the threads on the stopper with the photographer’s equipment dusting brush that lives over the sink. I rinsed with a little rubbing alcohol, also good for wiping faucet handles in sequence and for finishing the dishpan itself . Sometimes in the field I put a few drops of single-barrel bourbon in the water bottle from the small flask that is part of the first-aid kit.
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