FROM WATER FOUNTAINS TO FOUNTAIN HILLS

I like water moving. No brackish stuff for me. I like waterfalls and whirlpools, too. Bubbly brooks and aerated swimming pools. Waves from oceans or made by boats. A veritable water contrail.

At least once every cruise I've taken, I stand at the back of the ship and watch the blue water split and turn green in the turmoil of a huge ocean vessel cutting through the water. I'll stand there and watch, sometimes see fish or birds or both; usually just me and the ship and the water being sliced.

When I play golf at Fountain Hills, I never tire of seeing the huge fountain shoot tons of water into the air before making a cascading arch of return. If I lived there, I guess I'd have to take a gander ever 15 minutes at the start of each hour for that's when the water works begins.

About the only moving water that I never got into was the toilet flush. But I was in the presence of a family friend who stuck his head into the toilet and flushed to give him a swirly. He was only five years old, so I could understand.

I wonder if he has the same fascination as I?