No silver lining

As I told the story of our recent flood damage, I could see the interviewer’s mind working, piecing my hodge-podge tale into whole cloth, weaving meaning from this disaster. “So, your neighbors getting together, helping each other out, that would be a good thing that came from this flood, you could say...”

As if drawn by candy, I followed her bait and agreed. But inside, I was yelling, “No! We don’t need a flood to know we have good neighbors, and this destruction is not the inspiration for a town barbeque!”

No matter, I was not quoted, even after my ingenuous agreement. Certainly, there were many more tales of heroism and loss to fill the airwaves and newspapers, and many more dramatic stories than ours.

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