flood 1995

December 4, 2011 § Leave a comment

We sat in front of the TV, like people used to sit by the radio, you know, and waited, for someone to tell us what we already knew was inevitable.  And every once in a while we went out and walked as far down the road toward the river as we could get.  And we did normal things like eat supper and take out the garbage.  And paced.  You know, we even went to bed, but it was to fly in the face of reality.  No one slept.  And at any given time during the night everyone was out prowling around, surveying the situation.  It was grave, it was quiet.  The river was big and each of us were so small.

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