Reflective Essay 3

Jed opened the front door of the 12Bar and gazed outside. Dark brown river water quietly and urgently filled the streets around the bar, tuning it into its own private island. The view reminded him of the “big flood” from eight years ago. That flood had devastated most of the area, but somehow had left the 12Bar intact. When Jed purchased the bar six months ago, the former owners assured him saying, “…that was a five-hundred year flood, it will never happen again in your lifetime.” Well, here he was with his faithful dog Duke, watching the river rise , and it certainly was still in his lifetime. The crowds had left a few hours ago. An incredible number of friends, community volunteers, and his best bar patrons showed up to build …show more content…
“No, not by myself. I had lots of help from folks here in the neighborhood,” said Jed. “It looks like they banded together and did a fine job. Think it will hold?” said the old man. “Well, it should. According to the news guy, the river should crest below the top of the dike,” said Jed, “but I’m worried” “So come sit,” said the old man, “There’s only one thing left to do, and that’s what the Blues are for. I’ve been with the river all my life. It comes, it goes, and the Blues flows right along with it. When the rivers gone, I’ll be gone, so lets help the river along. Do you know how to play?” “Well, I’ve been trying for five years, so I probably can strum along,” said Jed, picking up his guitar. ‘Ok, then, let’s start in the key of E,” said the old man as he started to play and sing: “Let it rain, let it pour, let it rain a whole lot more 'Cause I got them deep river