We pledge allegiance to our sump pump

This afternoon I was driving down the road — ignoring the constant din of toddler chatter behind me and the methodical whump-whump of windshield wipers in front of me — when a voice on the radio leapt out and grabbed me.

A woman’s voice broke in to say that our river was under a widespread flood warning. Not our county, or the Washington metro area but our river, the muddy waterway that flows just a mile or two from our house.

It was as if the radio news lady has said “Hey you! Yea, I’m talking to you — well, trying to reach you over those incessant squeaky kid voices. After two inches of rain have chiseled away at two feet of snow, do you know what your left with? a forofxn sdfakdjda;ddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddj