It’s not too much of a stretch to compare the aftermath of a natural disaster to the heavy hand of unexpected illness. You’re stunned, petrified and your innate sense of trust in the sanctity of your body/Houston’s drainage system is gone. Braes Bayou is not a friend of the Jewish people. Like a fever, moldering furniture, mildewed dry wall, mounds of ruined books and clothing and (my personal favorite) drenched cars overwhelm your innate faith.

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