Something poetic or is it ironic (third option offers hold your tongues) about venturing out into severe weather to retrieve a death certificate. The storm wound down as I returned to the Ruthenburg\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s, but stupidly I followed the very street that had flooded in an earlier storm, the photos of which I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d posted linked to the newspaper story. Jeffrey even commented that he always detoured away from Bellemeade because it was often under water. I guess I had to find out for myself.<\/p>\n
I stopped before the intersection to see what kind of vehicle could plow through and not stall. While I waited a lightning bolt struck awfully close by (you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll see the camera shake – it scared the bejeesus out of me and sent the local teenagers running indoors), and then a fire truck responded to the subsequent call. If you look closely you can see a father carrying his child out of his flooded car. Jeff asked why I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t help the poor sap. I said I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have a rope long enough. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You chicken shit, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153 he said.<\/p>\n
Travis: In case you don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t recognize the intersection it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Garvin and Bellemeade. <\/p>\n
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