Last night, I dreamt I was holding a plastic pipe that channeled manure from a house to a big pile. His Excellency Himself, the President of the United States, came to contribute. It did not occur to me until I woke up and was reading the staff reports for the next meeting of Asheville City Council, that I did not know what purpose the huge pile served. Worse, I did not question why people needed me to hold the hose when they could just make their deposits directly.