Added Ingredient~

Story related to me by my Dad today........
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When he was younger , they used to go to a place where you could get fresh spring water.  I believe he said they called it Cherry Springs, not sure if this was at Dierks or one of the other numerous places he lived as a boy.  He said there was a natural spring there, and it kind of made like a small pond or lake, and everyone used to bring their buckets, jars, and jugs to get the wonderful water.  Someone had covered it with kind of a little shed, and so it was really nice.  Dad said one day they gathered all their buckets and jugs, and went to get their water.  Only when they arrived, there was a hobo swimming in the spring!  Daddy said the man was incredibly dirty and was just having a big old time washing off in everyone's drinking water.  Daddy told me every time after that he couldn't help but think about "reckon had that hobo been in there ?", when they went to get water, and that pretty much killed his hankering for any spring water!