[Ruy Dias de Bivar]

Back in 1959 I lived in Hope, NM, in the middle of nowhere. all over this semi-ghost town were abandoned buried cement cisterns shaped like a soda pop bottle about 20 feet deep. All were empty at the time an if you fell in one you were there till someone happened to find you.

The last time I went through there a few years ago they had been filled in and covered.

[I see my hands]

Yep, got to maintain everything. Stupid entropy :)

[I see my hands]

The first time I went to Bermuda I learned the vast majority of (I was told for all intents and purposes: all) private residences harvested rainwater (the only fresh water the island sees) from their lime washed roofs and stored it in cisterns. They are still going strong. Hotels desalinate, I understand.