Hallmark Card
| December 30th, 2009Hillary: How was your Christmas?
Me: Good. Lots of good food. Lots of good family.
Hillary: Awwwww. You sound like a Hallmark Card.
Hillary: How was your Christmas?
Me: Good. Lots of good food. Lots of good family.
Hillary: Awwwww. You sound like a Hallmark Card.
Sophia’s uncle, Ethan, took her fishing. She slew them. After her first catch, she looked up and Ethan and said, “Now let’s catch a pink one!”
It rained in Arkansas this year.
A lot.
The 127-year-old record for wettest year in Arkansas was demolished in 2009 with 79.13 inches. The previous record was set in 1882 at 75.54 inches. Historic.
Christmas Eve I had to make a quick run from Cabot to Conway to LR Airport and back to Cabot. It had been raining for two days straight. At around 11:30pm I merged onto 67/167 from I-440 only to find a long line of cars. It took about 30 minutes to inch up to what was holding everyone up. Water.
Cars were stalled out everywhere. I could see just off the interstate billboards that were partially submerged.
There were no police. No one giving direction.
It was man against H2O. Epic.
I took my foot off the brake. Me and the Nissan Maxima waded in. I didn’t really have a choice. Where else could I go? When I saw that the water rose to mid bumper on the car in front of me, I knew this was serious business. To make matters worse, there was no end in sight. Just water lapping against the cement wall as far as I could see.
I kept one foot on the brake and one foot on the gas somehow remembering that water that makes its way too far up a car’s tailpipe isn’t good. The seals on the car doors began to give as water leaked into the floorboard.
I made it. I started breathing again. The Maxima’s belts were screeching for joy.
Two days later I was driving from Cabot to Memphis. Check out the on-ramp at the Lonoke exit.
Crazy thing was no one seemed to notice the water. Go figure.