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I love the reflection off Lake Basement in the morning.
“Wipe that smug look off your face” was one of my father’s go-to sayings. I hated to be humbled. Still do. But my heavenly father is also in the humbling business, so I’ve learned to, well, not like it, but at least learn from it.
We’ve had constant flood warningslately, in the midst of the worst thunder storms in years. Still, I chuckle complacently when the alarms go off because we live on one of the highest hills in Cincinnati (named for Cincinnatus, hero of Rome, city of the seven hills). So, no flooding, right?
Basements. I was sitting down to post something profound this morning (to the world’s great deprivation, I don’t even remember what it was), when my wife, who normally speaks in full, eloquent sentences, shouted, “Honey! Basement! Flood!”
So, now, several unscheduled emergency clean-up hours later, I’m posting about my…
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