Flood Control

The past many weeks in Houston were filled with rain… as in bucket-loads nearly every day. For weeks… as in pretty much seven days times seven weeks. One of the rainiest springs ever and the largest May downpour on record. Did I mention there’s been a lot of rain?

Of course, when you’re at 43-feet above sea level, a deluge onto saturated ground leads to flooding, which is what happened five days ago. You may have seen the headlines and television reports. I know a lot of our clients from around the country did, because they emailed to ask if our family is ok.

With an eight county metropolitan area of nearly 9,000 square miles – just smaller than Massachusetts and larger than New Jersey – this is a really big area. However, when the CBS Evening News leads with Scott Pelley saying, “Deadly Flooding in Houston,” many people think the entire city is underwater. In fact, the major damage occurred in a few isolated areas where rivers and bayous overran their banks.

The biggest sadness of the Great Flood 2015 is for those who lost loved ones. For others, the challenge in the days ahead is to rebuild the hundreds of ruined homes. For everyone else, we’re thankful this time the waters missed us… and praying the hurricane season that begins tomorrow takes a holiday from the Texas coast.

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Golden Tale

During my recent sojourn to St. John’s, my co-facilitator and I journeyed downtown the last night for dinner at world famous The Duke of Duckworth, where you, too, may feast on some of the best fish and chips this side of London. (Cod was Newfoundland’s greatest export before that whole offshore oil discovery.)

Departing from the restaurant around 7:45 p.m. – while the last stages of daylight loomed… and having had nothing to drink (key point!) – we walked three blocks to where I had parallel-parked our gold Chevy Cruze rental some 90 minutes earlier.

I pushed the key’s remote button to open the doors, the locks made that noise they do, and we hopped in the car. I put the key in the ignition, the engine started and I placed the car in reverse. Looking back over my shoulder as I backed up gently, I said: “Where’s your briefcase?” which Tony had left on the back seat. Then I said: “Where’s my bag?” Then I turned off the key, opened the door and jumped out. It took him about five seconds to do the same.

“Wrong car!” I said quite loudly. We looked at each other… and noticed the vehicle right behind us was also a gold Chevy Cruze. I pushed the remote door lock twice. Both cars made that beeping sound and their headlights flashed. I pushed unlock and we got in the trailing car. Our stuff was on the back seat.

I have no idea about the randomness of keys and remote control codes. I’ve rented a bunch of cars and also have the auto-opener on my Honda. That had never happened before. About five minutes after we drove away – and following a lot of, “Do you believe that?” comments – I looked at Tony and said: “You think the owner of that other car was in the pub right there? If so, we’re lucky he didn’t see us.”

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