Rain!

The first two weeks of July rained. All the area rivers got up, and San Antonio flooded. The media was eager to convey images of the disaster: they showed helicopters picking people out of trees, submerged cars. Things were bad. On July 3, roads that came to Fredericksburg were damaged or underwater, but by the evening, the roads were open again.

I work at a bed and breakfast reservation service. I had some rocket scientist email me on Wednesday asking what the river would be like on Thursday. He asked me if the river would be safe for his kids to play in. I told him that it wouldn't. He came down on Thursday and spent the weekend with us.

On Monday, I got an email from my little Einstein. He said he had had as much fun as possible, but would have liked to reschedule. I responded that I was sorry I misunderstood his email, and that I would have been happy to reschedule for him. He responded by saying that I had mislead him. When I said the river was up, he said he knew that rivers went up and down all the time. When I said the river would be unsafe, he said that no river is safe. But he didn't expect river 200 yards across full of debris, and that he had to drive through water, and I quote, "over the hood of my SUV" to get to the house. He didn't feel like he should have been "encouraged to come."

Fortunately, the boss stopped me from sending an email that began "Jane, you ignorant slut . . ."! However, I would like to go on record that
Kenneth Kimball of College Station, Texas, is a complete and total moron.