In the front foyer of the middle school where I used to work, there was a small plastic sign reading "Flood Level 1969." On nearly 6 feet of me, the line came mid-torso.
The sirens went off yesterday, warning thousands of residents to clear out before the water came pouring over dikes and levees, trumping the flood record of 41 years ago. While my family members are living on safer, higher ground, most of my friends have had to leave the city. Just a month ago, I was walking on some of these bridges. I was sitting below ground level in that blue apartment building, the one now covered in plastic. My heart is broken. Pray for Minot.