August 2, 2022
Source: Courier Journal
I remember sitting on our porch in Catlettsburg, holding my cabbage patch doll watching the torrential downpour and continuously glancing at Shopes Creek as its waters crept nearer and nearer to our home.
I remember the putrid smell after a flood and the way mud hung around for weeks and weeks climbing up our legs. I remember the critters upended from their homes and into basements across the region that kept children away from those parts of the house in perpetuity.