This year, worse than any I can remember, we North Texans have been suffering through a nasty bit of drought.
Our fair burg (lovely and crime-free Frisco) went to Stage 3 water restrictions way back in June. Stage 3 means you get to water your lawn once a week, on your designated trash pick-up day. In our neighborhood, this results in the gutters being awash throughout the night each Thursday.
Brown has become the dominant color of nature around the DFW Metroplex this summer. Most homeowners have given up on keeping landscaping alive and are now just trying to keep their homes from disappearing into huge holes in the rapidly contracting clay soil we're blessed with around here. Public golf courses have "casual crevice" rules in place - if your ball vanishes into one of the huge cracks in the fairway, you get a free drop with no stroke penalty.
Our friend and resident psychotic, Gordon Keith, points out that not all North Texans are suffering equally. As usual, it's a class-warfare thing, which Gordon does a much better job of reporting than I could.
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