I live in historic beautiful upscale downtown Richmond, Texas. The town was built on the banks on the Brazos River (pronounced “braz-us” by locals) and originally settle by three hundred people brought here by Stephen F. Austin. I have lived here 40 years and am still considered a newcomer.
When we came here to raise our boys, there were no movie theaters or fast food joints. Every store in town was owned by a local family. You could see stars at night. All that has changed but I still love this place.
Development surrounding us has been my biggest disappointment. Bubba keeps telling me that people have to have a place to live and Houston is full. I understand but I don’t have to like it.
I am certain that you’ve heard about the floods in central Texas. The Brazos is the river that carries those floods to the Gulf of Mexico. It comes through here.
I need to be honest with you. The Richmond Emergency Operations Center is probably four guys on the second floor of city hall with a pair of binoculars and a big ole pick up truck. I am not complaining. They will do a dandy job.
Here’s a picture from last night at one of our city parks.
And the river doesn’t even crest until Tuesday. It’s gonna be a mess.
I am 100% sure our house will be fine. Bubba’s office is much closer to the river but it’s directly behind the old courthouse and all the Historical Society Homes. Those areas are protected by levees.
However, we have friends who are in the 100 flood plain so our weekend will be spent helping them pack up and move to higher ground.
We’ll be safe but those who will flood are mostly those who can least afford it and don’t have insurance.
Thank you, guys.