I dug the latrene yesterday. Far, far away from the camp, it sits in a shady grove of pecan trees. Intead of erecting a wooden building, I decided to build a circular shower curtain rod and place some more lace curtains around the offending one holer. I brought in a basket for the required magazines and Sears catalog.
I was reading Classic Crews yesterday, and in Harry Crews' autobiography section he says they didn't place his Sears catalog in the privvy. It had a hallowed place in the home. He also mentions that he and his friends would make up stories about the models in the pictures. What fun!
I'll look for a source of water today. Man can not live on books alone!