Oil or Water . . . Only One Is Good To The Last Drop: A work of science faction

In 1947, at the age of nine I was instructed to help my older brothers “drain the corn rows.” Aware then that water was precious in Nebraska, I obeyed; but the question stayed with me. . . My first paying job at the age of 12 was a two week assignment of weeding 250 seedling pines. . . for $1.00 (total pay). I didn’t know then that I would become an earnest advocate for trees. Fast forward through the years of study and work, and this advance postscript to my book comes to mind. . . This bo...