Sunday I woke up to my brother telling me that the street was flooded, which was an understatement. With the water coming above the tires of the cars parked in the street and the rain in a torrential downpour we started moving stuff off the floor downstairs. It was eerily reminiscent of the day before Katrina. Everything ended up being fine, but I realized how quickly those emotions could come back. So, Sunday I survived the first major street flooding since Katrina. Thanks to my Uncle Donny our house was sealed up tight and no water entered. Hopefully we will not have to be reminded any more this hurricane season.
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