One day, people east of Weston, MA were told not to drink the water unless you boil it. A major water pipe had burst and a back-up plan was still in the works. Bottled water was provided by towns. It was sobering to think how to wash the lettuce, remember not to let grandchildren suck on bathtub washcloths, and throw out the ice in the fridge. People bought cases of water. Repairs were made within a few days.
I wanted to make a journal quilt of lines of plastic bottles (there is a fusible vinyl, of all things) standing in for long lines of people which seemed silly to me since one could easily boil the water and use caution. I was going to have flames under the silver pot. All of this I did not do but kept the background of thousands of houses affected, houses with surprise on their faces.
[I returned to add some imperfect handles, fusing bits of silver ribbon; because I wanted balance for all that hot water!]