My brother sent this picture of the front gate to his condos on White Oak Bayou in the Heights.
At least he’s home and safe. His building is still a ways up the hill, so he’s fine.
I had a hard time driving home today. Traffic, of course, was moving slowly along I-10, but Garth road, north of I-10, was very difficult traveling. I drove, following the cars in front of me, but I was driving through water that was dangerously too deep for my little Altima. I saw some stalled cars … but just kept going … it was the only way home. I was most scared when I saw waves and the currents of moving water all around me … I just kept talking to my car … “just a little further, just a little further.” Thankfully, the car listened.
I just kept thinking … oh no … I’m now one of those stupid people I keep seeing on the news … you know the ones who are stuck in deep water and you wonder, “why did they ever go in?”. Yeah … they were probably thinking “just a little further, just a little further.” I didn’t realize how scared I was until I got home and I was shaking all over.
So much for the “tough girl” identity … well, I was tough going through it, but back on safe, dry land, I was a basketcase.
You poor thing! Glad you got home safely. My husband and I learned the hard way back in a monsoon in the 1980’s. We were driving south from downtown on Main Street when suddenly the waters rose up and stalled our car. We pushed it up onto a parking lot and then waded home in water that came up to our waists right at the First Presbyterian Church corner! Today he sent his secretary home early and came home himself by 2 pm.
It only takes one great flood to convince you to stay home…I got stranded going to UH years ago. I have post-traumatic stress every time I haev to drive through water now.
Hi Wendy It must be in the genes. Years ago when Jonathan was still in diapers and we visited your grandparents in Florida your grandmother took us to the beach. On the way back we ran into one of those Florida rainstorms and although we could see a few cars stuck in the water your grandmother pressed on; there were people telling her to go back , this was on a residential street. Well we got stuck and as the water was rising around us and Daniel was calmly asking me if we were going to drownd your grandmother sat there paralyzed. I climbed out the window , got Marge and the boys out but your grandmother refused to move. I said “mom it’s not a ship you don’t have to go down with it” Your aunt Marge finally persuaded her to get out. Meanwhile I helped a woman move her dining room furniture since she had a foot of water in her house. Jon played in the driveway with another toddler, they caught a frog.Daniel tried to comfort you grandmother who was distraught.
Your grandmother called your greataunt Elizabeth and her husband came and got us. Your grandmother was terrified of what your grandfather would say since the cars’ engine was ruined. He took it relatively calmly at least while we were there.