We were living in Missouri in 1993, the summer of the Great Flood, and we're here this weekend visiting our in-laws...surrounded by rising flood waters. Can you say flashback?
Where we are, in Eureka, we are slowly being cut off from the world. The only north-south highway (109) is closed both directions from us. The main east-west highway (44) is probably going to be shut down within hours, for perhaps twenty-four hours. That's 44 in the picture. We slowly crawled by that intersection yesterday (90 minutes to go about five miles) as they put up concrete barriers and sandbags along the road to keep out the rising Meramac.
If I can, I'll post you all some music later today. I'm not going anywhere. I have a notion to go volunteer with the sandbagging, but they say they've got too many volunteers - they wanted 50 and 1000 showed up! People are good. We shouldn't forget that.
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positive thoughts and good wishes go out to you.
Thank you, sir. Got out fine. When we went out, nobody was sandbagging! They'd gotten the downtown all set and then stopped because the waters didn't crest as high as predicted.
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