Gotta tell you, it was wild. My brother in law had a place there, and I wouldn’t have known about it, except I would go over to his house over the years, and the water came up into his back yard, over an expanse of land I wouldn’t have expected! He told me the whole sordid tale!
I better stop.
I forget sometimes that this was a terrible thing (the subject of the thread) but sometimes, I find myself in those “outside the funeral home conversations” while I am still “in” the funeral home.
It is easy to do sometimes, and lose perspective. Just like in “real” life, the conversations go down paths divergent from the subject!
When life hands you floodplains, buy ducks.