For the third Monday in a row, I spent the day working on an irrigation project in the front yard. A number of months ago, the irrigation line serving the front yard broke under the driveway, in a location that made it impossible to repair, short of jack hammering up the driveway. The reason the line was under the driveway is that a knucklehead named Kenny was trying to save a few bucks. Who is Kenny, you might ask? Kenny was a guy who worked for the contractor who built out house. Kenny was a landscaper in the most liberal use of the term 'landscaper'. Kenny was a guy with a truck and he worked cheap. As I recall, in 1995 Kenny was awaiting sentencing for his umpteenth DUI conviction. Any conversation with Kenny invariably contained the phase, "I will probably be in jail". The boy had things on his mind. Rather than putting the front and back yards on their own valves and timers, Kenny decided to save the cost of one timer, maybe $20, by running the front off the backyard timer. This meant running the line to serve the front, under our driveway. One of the Merle Wayne Sneed tips for better living is to always think of the worst case scenario when making a decision. In Kenny's case, he should have asked himself, what the plan would be if the line under 16' of pavement broke. The main water service line to house is also under the driveway, but the plumber who installed it, put in in a chase, so that should it break, it can be pulled and replaced without tearing up the driveway. I'm sure it never crossed Kenny's booze-addled brain that what he was doing could cause a mess down the road. My potential problems, were the least of Kenny's for real problems. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky