Ooops ~ it really isn't thread creep at all; I certainly should have let you all know that I found my D-18 in its case, on my bed, untouched, and even in tune (or close enough). I've got it with me here in New Jersey now.

The high-water mark was literally at our doorstep, no more than an inch or two below the floor of our home. We do have a ground-level "basement" that is a terrible moldy mess which will take a while to clean out, but we're fortunate that ours was built as a "raised house," raised just exactly high enough, as it happened. The original owner built it himself in 1914 when he got home from WWI, and he apparently knew what he was doing. Most of our neighbors are not so fortunate; their homes are on piers two or three feet high, and the flood was just a little less than eight feet on our block.

I'm still using the library's computers, which means I can't play the sound clip. I'll have DSL hooked up at the house soon (hopefully before leaving for a second trip south on Tuesday morning) and will give it a listen.

Great song, isn't it?