This scene made me smile yesterday. Actually, sitting on the porch with Mack and his wife Reba made me smile first. Mack and I talked about the flood. Apparently, we both woke up about 4am Friday when Ivan roared through. "It was the darkest hour," Mack described. Around 6 am, the water reach the first step of his home so he took Reba up to his daughter's house. I took several photos of Mack and the 6 foot culvert that was ripped from the ground and tossed in his Dutch Creek yard. We walked around his place and he invited me to feed his trout---talk about a feeding frenzy! I promised that I would print some of photos take them to him when I visit them next week. I forgot to ask him permission to post his photo so I can't show you him now, but I don't think the Tom and the Oldsmobile mind.