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Carol Perkins: Let's Talk About...The Flood of 2010 Carol Perkins writes memories of a scary time in Nashville, during the May 2010 flood, and the return to Edmonton, KY to find more of the same The next earlier Carol Perkins' column in CM: Carol Perkins. When the morning began By Carol Perkins I drove home from Nashville that treacherous Saturday night between midnight and two in the morning. A few of my friends and I had been to a concert. Even though the rain had started earlier that day, none of us were very concerned. We should have been. Having flown in early that evening after a two-hour delay in Austin, I realized that the rain could possibly last longer than a few hours. I thought the worst for Nashville was behind them after a long day of storms and flash floods but I was wrong. I took a cab to the arena where I connected with my friends. Realized something powerfully wrong When the mayor of Nashville took the stage prior to the concert, and announced that I-40 and other major roadways were closed, we realized something powerful was happening outside. He assured the crowd that I-65 was passable. Whew, that was a relief! Immediately after leaving the arena for the parking lot, the rain blew us backwards. We had parked just across the street, which would have normally been a prime spot, as far as proximity, but on this night reaching the car required our jumping ankle-high water that was sweeping down the side street. Driving, I realized, was not going to be easy, and being behind the wheel meant I had the lives of four other people in my hands. We eased up I-65 with trucks whipping us with water, but instead of the rain tapering off, it began to intensify. "Let's pull off at Goodlettsville for something to drink and let the rain ease up," I suggested. Eventful stop at Goodlettsville, TN Just as I turned off the interstate, we noticed several vehicles stopped at the bottom of the ramp. I thought they were waiting for the light to change, but one with better eyesight said, "Look at the water!" The highway under the interstate- the one we were hoping to enter to the Marathon station -- was now a lake. Several cars ahead of us were backing up, trying to merge onto the interstate. We were trapped on the exit ramp. I stayed still as a semi driver backed around me, and then I took my turn. Just about the time I was backing, an unsuspecting car bolted off the interstate and down the ramp, didn't see the water in the darkness, and drove into its depths. We gasped. There had been no signs; no warnings of what lay ahead. If there were emergency workers at the bottom of the ramp, I couldn't see them. Saw eerie sight: Car floating sideways I eased back onto the interstate, while the others looked over the bridge where they saw the car floating sideways with water up to the windows. This was an eerie sight. As our car split the water, I wished I were at home. Back in Edmonton, KY: Flooding, but no water When I did get home, I was in for another trying time. NO WATER. Although it was flooding outside, I had no water for two days, nor did my neighborhoods. I had forgotten had nice it was to hear the sound of a commodeflushing. By Sunday morning, disaster had struck the county. Homes flooded, personal belongings destroyed, and lives changed. It would be months before the clean up was completed. Little did I know that by morning, downtown Nashville and many other areas surrounding the city were disaster areas. The very arena we were in just hours before was now standing in water. In the blink of an eye, calm turned into chaos. Mother Nature has a way of doing that occasionally, but everyone in her way manages to pick up the pieces and begin again. The Flood of 2010. It was an historic event. This story was posted on 2010-09-12 04:17:08
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