fountain raze water always tasted best when it came from a stainless steel spout that had been kissed by so many other young mouths before it met mine. it wasn't the filter or the chiller that made the river running through me seem so sweet. it wasn't the spring or the aqueduct that fed it. it was magic swallowed straight from the stream, wearing childhood's clothes. 251121 what's it to you? who go blather from