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  2. For a sense of scale, the costs of the Blanco River flood were estimated at ~ $3B. Somehow I feel Abbott won't do enough, regardless. Call it intuition.
  3. I'd say zero. It would take 5 days of this kind of flooding to overflow the dam here. This lake is the lowest it has ever been since it was filled up after the dam was built. My family has a house just downriver from Sattler in Little Ponderosa and it's right on the river. Like 20 steps from the back door to the water. It's been there since the early 50s. We aren't worried in the slightest.
  4. It’s not like this is their first rodeo. 29 different anti-trans amicus briefs in Skrmetti cited anti-trans reporting from the NYT. They sure love them some Israel, too. They are a reactionary publication.
  5. Britt and I graduated together. I used to go to Texas games in high school with the entire Eastland family. Edward is the youngest of the brothers. He and his wife are on the list of people unaccounted for. God damnit.
  6. Well this is fucking awful. Death toll gonna be lucky to stay below 50 on this flooding
  7. Johntay Cook would like a word on this absolute statement. Also I think DJ will be drafted, but not high.
  8. Parents are texting each other and any Mystic counselors pictures of their daughters along with their phone numbers in case anyone can identify them if they are found. They are “have you seen me?”-esque. I’m 300 miles away and watching my kids and their friends running around the neighborhood and I’ve had go sit by the toilet a couple of times because I was about to puke. These girls are clearly not old enough to manage anything like this on their own, the pictures are completely haunting.
  9. Scott rod and Ross Colorado reel. Needless to say, I blew the budget but I love it. I'll get a pic.
  10. The original Jaws profoundly affected the vacation culture for decades and I can testify. In or about 1990 Mama Llama, baby girl Llama (then age 6) and I were hosting my wife’s niece, a beanpole skinny, cute, hyperactive, precious but very easily spooked girl of 10 for July 4th weekend. Then as now, we lived about ten minutes from the Gulf of Mexico (!) public beaches. Mama was basking on the beach while I entertained the kids about 75 feet offshore as they floated in a rubber dinghy about four feet long. Surf was smooth to moderate with the occasional big breaker. I was in chest deep water, holding onto the little boat to keep it steady. The game was to make the girls face away from the breakers and have a big OH WOW EEK! adventure when a big breaker would occasionally crash in, nearly swamping the SS Minnow and drenching us all. This went on nicely for 15 or 20 minutes until a disturbing sound registered in my lizard brain. It was Mama calling my name with a certain tone I had come to recognize after 20 years of marriage. I couldn’t hear distinctly because of the surf noise and hundreds of kids and adults clamoring, All that was missing was Chief Brody. I looked at Mama’s spot on the beach only to see her unoccupied towel and our cooler beside it. Then I found her standing all the way down to the edge of the water, staring at me and indicating with gestures “look over to your right.” Without telling the kids, who were faced away fron me as the game required, I scanned the water to my right . . . and saw that which I had been dreading since first seeing Jaws in 1975 - a sleek, gray, BIG triangle, sliding through the water. It sas only about 100 feet away and heading gradually in my general direction. Son of a bitch. I could imagine if not actually feel those sharp white teeth clamping on my right leg and my femoral artery gushing away. Fearing the wrath of Mama more than any creature in the universe, I decided if I was checking out on that day, I would try my best to get my passengers back to shore. I started to walk toward shore and pushing the boat before me, keeping my eyes on the gray triangle of certain death, which was now closer to us than we were to the shore. The girls immediately began to protest, “Awwww! Noooo! We don’t wanna go in yet!” I said something lame about needing to rest a minute. Niece Llama chose that moment to look at my face. She saw where I was looking and with the uncanny radar sense of a preadolescent, looked to our right and saw . . . IT. Quick as a flash, she stood up in the boat, pointed with a long skinny arm and screamed “SHHHAAAAAARRRRRKK!!” and jumped rihht out of the boat into the fucking water! My attention was now divided between protecting my baby, my wife’s favorite niece and somehow moving closer to dry land. I reached out and grabbed my niece, who was wiggling like a sack of squirming eels, told my daughter to look for her mama and paddle but STAY IN THE BOAT. Guys, it was nightmarish. My feet couldn’t find solid purchase, waves were smacking me from behind, salt water was in my eyes, the crazy niece was screaming for her life and a fucking real shark was now 20 feet away, swimming in a slow arc but on a trajectory I didn’t like. At this point other beachgoers, swimmers. kids and adults in and out of the water, were making for land. Finally, FINALLY I made enough headway to get more of my body out of the water than in. Mama rushed out, grabbed the bow of the little boat and pulled our baby to safety as I hauled the shivering shaking niece to the beach. I turned and saw what turned out to be a seven foot sand shark glide through the water where we had just been, the shark calmly zigging and zagging, feeding on bait fish or something until his dorsal fin went under and he was out of my life, thank God! Jaws the movie made me find strength and jacked me full of adrenaline that day, I tell you what. For about three very tense minutes that day, a great white shark terrified this guy in the coastal waters of Alabama but all he ate were a few shad.
  11. Now I'm sick to my stomach.
  12. Weird post considering the horrific loss of life due to the Guadeloupe’s historic flooding overnight.
  13. Are there any chances it's not the worst case?
  14. The Twins cabins are the youngest as someone said upthread.
  15. Are you a lineman for the county?
  16. So awful. One of those girls goes to school with my daughter.
  17. You probably know my nephew who lives near there out in the sticks. He retired from the Kerrville PD several years ago. His wife is on staff at Honey Creek Camp.
  18. Buffalo Bills closing in Primm. Only open concert weekends. I went to Primm back when it was in full boom and it was pretty cool with all the rides. They use the Outlet Mall for tactical police training now.
  19. Ugh. Waldemar’s cabins are set back from the banks quite a bit. My wife just told me Mystic is right on the water.
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