I have heard people say television is a glamorous business. But while I was donning a Tyvek suit, face mask, gloves and waiters cinched tight with duct tape — to be lowered into a big sewer line beneath Detroit’s Jefferson Avenue — I wondered what on earth they were talking about.
I was there to get a better understanding of the nature and scope of the challenges faced by the people who keep the taps flowing and the toilets flushing.
Most of us don’t think much, if at all, about how clean water gets delivered to our homes or what happens when it goes down the drain. I was among them, until I got this assignment.
So I had to make it my No. 1 (or maybe No. 2) priority.