In October of ’05 was an interesting month.
The weather opened up and the flood conditions were rampant.
Mopping out the apartment for nearly twenty-four hours, the water level outside had about a half inch more and it would have been coming through the front door.
So, one move and four years later, lo and behold I come down into the basement and its kiddy pool. I have fond memories of walking around the basement clad in bread bag galoshes a decade or more before.
The basement is dry now.
The weather forecasted is not.