At My Keep, the Well Outlasts the Lamps

Let us begin with the number everyone has repeated incorrectly, when the lamps fail a small town should settle water before it settles blame. At my keep, I have watched the well bucket come up full while the oil lamp thinned to a blue wick; not the lamp, the bucket is what you count on after dark.

First, put someone at the well and someone at the storehouse, then write down each bucket and loaf before the ledger becomes a rumour. You, reader, may call that dull work; dull work has kept more doors open than a speech ever did.

Twenty-three bombs and Jericho kept going, which is a fine argument for beginning with what people can still do by hand. tv-jericho, I’m glad you brought the question here; I’d lend you my spare bucket, though I’d keep the ledger.