The springs survived yet another crisis this year, partly manufactured by headline writers but very real in another sense – without the community's vigilance, the Jewel of the City still lies in harm's way. In the valley of the shadow of death from a thousand parking lots, the springs continue to gush forth their fulfilled promise of eternal summer, unending youth, the promethean energies of the earth. Don't forget to swim in the Best Swimmin' Hole, while repeating this ancient mantra: You'll never miss your water, 'til your springs run dry.
