Neighbors are walking the streets, looking at the damage. The rain and wind has stopped. City officials don't want us walking around until all live wires are de-energized, trees are cut up and pushed off the roads. Still people are curious. So am I. In fact, I am very worried about my beach house. Just this winter, I spent a lot of money to bring the in law apartment up to my standard so I could rent it out. The tradesmen I hired also knew their codes and did their work accordingly. The electrician especially did a wonderful job.
Kristin, a young lady had answered my ad for a boarder. She came and saw the place. She loved it. She said,"I'll take it." We were to sign a lease and get a security deposit, when the warning of the hurricane was sounded. I told Kristin to wait until the hurricane is over. Then We will talk.
I managed to get my truck around a fallen tree so I could get out of my driveway. Jack and I drove as close as We could to Melba Street. There is a cross street at the top of the hill. At the hill, were stationed National Guard and Police. There was a yellow tape across the road. We could not get anywhere near my house. But We could see it. I looked across the body of water that should be the street. Down a ways, was an island . On the island, was my house. I assume that the sump pump was over powered by the rise in water. It probably ran until the power company cut power. Then it ran until the battery was drained. I am not sure. I can't get near enough to get inside.
Where is Chris and his dog? Why have they not called me? He has his cell phone and He has my number. Sitting half way in and half way out of the flood is Chris' car.