My home is about 100 feet away from his, and on an average day I pass his property at least twice in either my car or by walking. Like all of my neighbors, we have been extremely interested in his construction project and delighted that he has taken so much care to build with consideration with both architecture and environment in mind.
From the first shovel to the last ounce of paint, he has been sensitive to both his neighbors and to the natural surroundings. One moment of discussion with Escott would assure you that he is not the kind of man to be wasteful of valuable resources, and his property is as “green” as one would expect from a man with his sensitivities.
So, all of us who have observed his process from the beginning and who have come to know both him and his family are left to believe one of several scenarios. One, that somehow on a street with a slope that assures that even one gallon of water would run several hundred feet downhill and be noticeable, Escott for some unknown reason would, in the stealth of night, turn on his hose and release an amount of water that could fill my one-fifth-of-an-acre property two stories deep, and nobody would be any the wiser.
And two, that somehow, a mistake or malfunction of man or materials indicated an excess of usage that was incorrect.
It would seem reasonable that any thinking person, while investigating this anomaly, would not only check the equipment, but would ask a few people, who might have seen a hundred swimming pools of water coming down the street, or if anything floated away.
