Actually, I missed the highest level of the flood on Friday, in part because of reasons described in yesterday's post. So I went down to the Mississippi Saturday morning. The crest was lower than first predicted because several levees broke upstream, draining the river away mostly over farmland. Unfortunately, a few small riverside towns were inundated. The river didn't get nearly as high as the great flood of 1993. I will always remember taking off from the St. Louis airport on the exact day of the crest that year. The area around the confluence of the Missouri, Mississippi and Illinois Rivers looked like a sixth Great Lake, mile after mile of water.
TOMORROW: How natural disaster can help keep your family out of debt.