One spring day in 1997 my mom showed up at my school in the middle of the day to tell me that we were going to have to spend a couple days out of our house. It was the Flood of the Century, but we lived blocks away from the roaring Red. Yet we were out of our house, and it turns out it was because when they had connected the sewer from our house they had attached it to the storm sewer, and not the proper one. So unmentionables were backing up into our house.
I remember walking to the front lawn and looking down, down, down, into a two-storey plus deep hole to see the top of a workman's head.
You remember these things when events come back around, and the city floods like a village by the Nile.
The Red River is, after all, the second longest north-flowing river in the world. The longest? The Nile.
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