There's a couple I know (it's knew now, most likely) that live about a mile or so from me...they also have (had) a cabin in the NC foothills. It's a crazy story... First met them in '07 when I was involved in my first "sports bar" venture. They followed us when we sold that place and opened the second one. I had a deal with a local distributor where I could sell Natty Lite for a buck a can...still making money. Her and her hubbie would come in and drink 18-24 a trip...didn't cost me much, they didn't raise any hell, just sat off in the corner and played "trivia." Clemson fans... I need to call her daughter. It's been about three weeks since I've talked to her. AT that time, they still didn't know where they were...other than buried. All my life I"ve seen mother nature unleash her fury. Mother fucker...if this one just didn't hit too close to home.
Hope and pray they are safe. Living in the flatland, it comes and goes. Cant imagine living in the valleys and being trapped in that.
I don't know if you have ever been through the wrath of Mother Nature. Her, taking lives. This is my fourth time over a half of a century. When you see someone shrug while thinking about a life lost in a disaster, that shrug coming from a hardened heart formed by "benn there, done that." It's sobering. The couple? They are gone. Buried somewhere. (Here is where I get to personal. But, I don't give a fuck.) We'll call her Jane. I've been "supplying" her with liquid THC for more than four years as she's battling cancer. A few other things, but this isn't the right forum. She may have had a year left. Maybe. Neither are the "right way to go out."
