Do you remember mowing Mr. Bright’s yard? Each week you’d cut two acres of grass with a 22” Murray push mower while being told to “take only half a cut” per round and after a couple of hours under the sweltering sun you were more eager to get the glass of ice water than the money he paid. Remember how that glass of water revitalized you as you stood in front of his old metal oscillating fan and held that crumpled ten-dollar bill? Do you remember summer workouts for band, baseball, or football? When the heat seemed unbearable, and you thought there would never be anymore happiness in the world until Coach said, “Get a drink!”? Or do you remember the last time you crossed Death Valley, battling the sun to retain just a single ounce of moisture so you could live to see the other side? Then finishing the trek and receiving a tall glass of cool water, and the refreshment it brought as you poured it past your parched lips scaled with flaking skin? Refreshment. It’s the joy of the human condition. When the body gets hot and dehydrated, there is nothing so wondrously simple and magically restorative than a single glass of cold water—except maybe two glasses.