“What do you think we’ll fight World War III over?”
It was an interesting question for a third date, and the first thing my (now ex-) boyfriend and I disagreed on. I said “cheap oil” and he answered “water.”
Our difference of opinion was largely a product of our upbringings. I was raised on thunderstorms and flooded basements back East, while he grew up amid droughts and “water wars” in California.
Months after we parted ways, I was reminded of that conversation as I drove through California’s Central Valley, past billboards plastered with water propaganda and tractors shadowed by dust clouds.