19 August 2010
For anyone who has followed this blog over the past few months, you know we had one of the worst floods in recorded local history a few months ago. We had flood redux junior over the last 36 hours as 8 inches of rain fell on middle Tennessee. I was reminded of the past flood when I descended the stairs into our garage and saw the puddles of accumulated seepage. I still didn’t anticipate any significant impact until I was leaving our subdivision and saw the small creek in the common area rushing through the saplings lining the creek banks.
I pulled into the commuter train station and realized I was one of few people that hadn’t listened to the news that morning. The train tracks had washed out and there were rumors that metro buses would be sent to pick us up. I waited around a few minutes when an AP reporter approached me, yeah really. She was young and polite and asked if I would mind answering a few questions. Her questions were directed to my feelings about the inconvenience and the extent to which my local environs were impacted by the flood. I’m afraid I didn’t offer her any career accelerating responses and probably left her dreaming of a night court assignment.
So I decided to throw all reason out the window and grab some road breakfast at Arby’s– yeah, I didn’t wait for the buses. As I’m waiting at the window for my order, a police car whips into the parking lot and the officer jumps out with a shotgun. He proceeded across the parking lot cocking the gun as he ran. When I pulled out to leave the parking lot, I saw that multiple police officers had stopped a scrawny sort of redneck looking guy with a feed cap who was standing hands-over-head next to his red pickup truck.
I found no further information on the nature of the incident. But suffice it to say that it was an odd morning.
Oh yeah, the photo above is apropos of nothing. I just like including a photo with my posts.