Prayers for all in harm's way from a veteran of Agnes '72.
Now there was a storm.
I was only 3. Vague images of my family hunkered down in our (high) house, dad and brother bailing out the basement (sump pump stupid design). And later, a photograph memory of a broken record (33) in the middle of the creek (Tiber River) in Ellicott City by the RR station (which RR, BTW, had almost all the 2nd line taken out by this storm - forever).
That “little” storm probably did more permanent damage (change) than any.