As everyone knows, Allston's love of waterguns gos back hundreds of years,
to the time of the revolution. It was here on August 23rd in 1796 the frist watergun was fired in the battle of Allston Village. What started as a meer distraction from the toil of everyday life, and soon turned into a yearly ritual that was continued uninterrupted until the 1940s. Do to the war and lack of fresh water, the joyuos day was halted, and soon forgotten. But on a recent trip to the library to use the internet, I tripped over a copy of "The Day the Water Stopped" by Tom Motz and was enthralled with the old tradition and I'm now taking steps to revive the joyous day, which kicked so much ass, in it's time. Thankfully, the Clone Copllective is helping me in my quest to revive this wonderful forgotten holiday. With the help of the Clones and their followers, together we shall have fun, celebrate and get wet....real wet.
