Monday; March 16
When I pulled into Grand Forks, North Dakota that spring day back in 1997 I was overwhelmed by the sights. There was water standing in the streets, the roadways under the overpasses were filled with water, the downtown looked like a war zone and houses had literally been moved off of their foundations by the force of the flood waters. Within a matter of days, sheetrock, electrical supplies and personal property littered the streets and boulevards. I hadn’t spent much time in Grand Forks before this, but even I felt the surreal effect of what had happened when the Red River flooded. When I think back on this event, these images come to mind, but there is something else I remember. You see, several years later I went back and the community had responded. Sure, there was a park where one neighborhood had been, but all-in-all life had found a new normal and Grand Forks was thriving. We live in an unprecedented time with an uncertainty all around us, but