Sorry for the light posting of late, but there's not a whole lot that's been going on that has grabbed my interest in the little free time I've had this past week. I can't even get into the mood to mark the 75th anniversary of the 1937 flood. The natural disaster, not the Huntington-based band.
Sorry, it's a local joke. The band, which includes several people I used to work with at the Huntington paper, calls itself the 1937 Flood, the band, not the natural disaster. The band has been around for several years. Its original members chose the name so they could say people around town were always talking about them.
Adam and I tried chasing some boats this past week, but usually they were nowhere near where we thought they should be. And the river is not all that pretty right now. Choppy, muddy water; gray skies; bare trees; not much activity on the water; banks too muddy to walk on. But things will get better soon.
I have some photos from the Kanawha River that I may post later, when I get back from a birthday party for one of Adam's friends. Or I may dip into the archives again. You never know.