Not a fun-day Sunday
Where I thought the high tides receded, there are pockets all over Freeport when I left the house at 11 o’clock in the morning. I was driving the wrong way down one-way streets. I was praying that my little car made it through some this tremendous puddles. It was like an obstacle course. Had a big a quick stop at my friends house and the main light by him was out. I had to go around to make a left…
