Sitting onstage at the Country Inn of Berkeley Springs, West Virginia, I, once again, felt a bit puzzled by the crowd gathering in the event space. Who knew that water judging was a spectator sport? This was my second year as a water judge, so as I stared at the dozens of wine glasses set before me, all half-filled with water and placed carefully on a corresponding numeral, I had already made a mental note of the nearest bathroom. After introducing each of the judges, organizer Jill Klein Rone announced…
