I hope you can get the basement pumped out without much difficulty and get your flagpole back up soon. Glad you have electricity at VOC’s house.
Ocean City, MD has reopened for business - the jetty tower was toppled and the pier damaged.
The Good Lord was looking out in Cape Charles, VA. A massive tree came down across one street - right between a Methodist and a Baptist Church.
Clyde260: Enjoyed learning about your quaint location. I noticed you haven't reported since yesterday and looked you up to see how you and City Island made out.
In the process, I found this recent "great American rant" of yours and post it here in the grassroots spirit of this much-appreciated and critical NautiNurse thread and in the certainty that most Freepers on this thread will appreciate and identify with clyde's expression of the American spirit that made us who we are:
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OK, I just gotta.
I grew up on an island. In the summer your Mom would kick you out of the house early, and you were armed with bathing suit, flip flops, and a towel. Off we marched, down the beach, and we stayed there ALL day (lunch was an ice cream from the truck that came around, and 10 cents did the trick). There were no life guards, no parents, no baby sitters... There was no sun screen, life jackets, drownings or lawsuits.
Winter was different and there were rules! When Mom said you had to go out and play, but said you couldn't go down the beach , you knew:
a) There was ICE!
b) Everyone would be there!
c) Put on your best boots (no galoshes)
And we would travel and play on the ice. No one froze, fell in, and there were no drownings or lawsuits. We weren’t stupid, just kids allowed to be kids, and use our own brains and instincts.
We played ball at the school yard, army, cowboys and indians in back yards and empty lots. We used toy guns, tents, cardboard boxes, and snow. We roller skated (had to have a skate key). We made go-carts, forts, and tree houses, and we ice skated. All with no parents, chaperone's, baby sitters, insurance, safety restrictions... And when we broke a bone or needed stitches, no one sued or was branded neglectful. And not one of us grew up to be a mass murderer. Hmmmm...
I was born and raised where I still live: Da Bronx - New York, and I love it still.
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clyde260: Please let us know how you fared through Hurricane Irene.