If you live near "the creek" - you worry about all the rain we are expecting for the next few days. This is my father Robert Cacicia about 1945 standing by the creek after one of the many runovers through out the years. As I write this, the creek is getting higher and that you can tell by the smell first. The water has this certain odor when it starts to get higher - it's a mud sort of smell.
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spent many childhood summer days playing here in this "crick" ;)
I followed this 'crick' for miles when I was young. A smaller 'crick' that flowed under Leslie Street fed into this. Countless times we had a ball go in and had to chase it to the outlet on 'D' Street, near the lumber yard. If we didn't get it then, it probably ended up in the Gulf eventually.
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