CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVEThe winter of 1975-76 was a rough one for Jesse. It was cold. The snow was deep. He was buried by boring school board meetings and small-town council sessions. Worst of all, there seemed to be no end to tales from the sewer.
The fun went out of the sewage stories for Jesse once he had thoroughly exposed the problems of bypassed septic systems and hodgepodge sewers. The web of civil corruption he suspected had revealed itself to be nothing more than decades of bureaucratic incompetence. Weatherly summed it up succinctly, “No one’s to blame when everyone’s at fault.”
One bright spot in Jesse’s world was his developing relationship with Jody, the art teacher downstairs in apartment two at 1114. She was thin, but shapely, a cross between Audrey and Katherine Hepburn. Jesse
