Wednesday, May 5, 2010


The beautiful city of Nashville has been my home for over 44 years. This past weekend we, the citizens of Middle Tennessee, experienced the worst rain storms in our history. This wasn't connected to a hurricane, it was just supposed to be strong thunderstorms. No big deal for the Southeast, we get them all the time in the spring and summer. Heck, we even deal with tornados with little warning.

But the tornados are somewhat isolated, they don't effect a third of a state. The storms dumped more water on us in a 48 hour period than had ever happened before. And it caught everyone by surprise.

Billions of dollars of damage has been done. Nineteen lives were lost - at last count. There may be more once the waters recede. It will take months, perhaps years, for things to go back to normal. But they will.

My brother sent me a link to an essay by Patten Fuqua, on the blog Section 303, which is usually devoted to the Nashville Predators hockey news and commentary. This beautiful essay, We Are Nashville, sums up what happened to Nashville - and why you may or may not even be aware of the scope of this disaster - in the most eloquent way I've yet to read.

And a haunting video, documenting the situation as of May 2. It got worse.

Say it loud, say it proud: We Are Nashville!

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