I received the following note...and read thru it, deciding early on that it was from the Genesee List. Ha! The signature was that of an Oregonian who was writing to one of my lists here. I thought some might find it interesting. Kristy One time I attended a week-long seminar at Eastman Kodak Institute in Riverwood, New York, near Rochester. One wall of the dining room was glass, providing a beautiful view of a valley below and a river meandering through it. Over lunch on day I commented on the view to my hosts. They said it was the Genesee River and, while it looked beautiful from where we sat, it was one of the smelliest, foul open sewers in the country. Too bad. I thought little more of it at the time. Several days later, after an especially long session in the editing lab, I went with some classmates to a local pub one evening. Considering the options, I noticed a sign for "Genesee Beer" and ordered one. The barkeep poured it and I tasted it. "Very good," I observed out loud. The barkeep didn't miss a beat. "It's the water!" he said.