Published by admin on Thu, 09/05/2019 - 9:47am
The Flood of 2019 is something I hope I never see again. But in all honesty, I’m grateful I got to see it.
Funny how things seemingly hinge on random circumstances.
I had stayed after 5 p.m. at work that Friday while everybody else had left for home except for Charley, who was in his office.
When the phone rang, I answered it.
“Is Jason there?” the woman’s voice said on the other end of the line.