"Here I am, rock you like a hurricane!"

Tia and I arrived home last night after grocery shopping to find a quasi-urgent message from my Dad, something to the effects of: "We're evacuating the house and heading for town, we'll be at 941-.....". Apparently, Hurricane Charley has decided to make the Tampa/Bradenton area his entry wound into the US, just about smack dab through my folks' living room! We awoke here in Maine, to the disorderly remains of his less ferocious sister Bonnie, who decided to fall to Earth at a smothering pace. I sensed a dull-roar coming from the back woods, and was soon to realize that the brook was gushing like it's never gushed before! It must be 8 feet wide and swift enough to carry away a small herd of gazelle (there are no confirmed reports of wild gazelle in Maine). I snapped the following picture as record of the Great Flood of 04':

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