I remember, in my prior Brit existence, being in Olivetti’s town in Italy after a long hard day of meetings. I had to take a ■■■■ (hey, diabetic). So I went to what I now quaintly call the “restroom”. Brilliant, clean (thank God) porcelain; two clearly dimpled places to put my feet and a hole between.
But I was a Brit and now I’m even less prepared. It was knocking off time; the whole place (the “restroom”) was full of people doing the same thing. ■■■■, ■■■■, ■■■■. Talk about a moment of awakening.
No; cesspools are fine, the fat just floats to the top. Sewers and septic systems get clogged. I’m a firm believer in cesspools; the other two just hide the problem. Alas I live in Oregon so I’m not allowed to implement one. I, and my wife, generally join the pope and ■■■■ in the woods but we still ■■■■ in the septic so have to suck it up once every few years.
I remember being in Lassen volcanic national park with a bright orange 6" trowel and clear instructions to cart the paper out. It was a life changing experience; the ability to actually see not just the stars but the whole milky way.