Sep. 19, 2018


Before buying the large and beautiful condominium in my home town of Pine Bluff, Arkansas, I learned it was located in a flood zone.  After checking with local flood experts, I learned it had only “taken” a few inches of water-- one time—and, even then, it only left some wet areas around the front door. City officials assured me that flood waters were kept “in check” after the city installed Flood Gates. These modern Gates automatically closed each time storms threatened and rising waters were eminent.

I purchased the elegant structure with confidence. I furnished it with my treasures, antiques and pretties, most were items I’d lovingly restored.  My most valuable possession--- my handmade Steinway Grand Piano—was my true love. I'd purchased it from a soldier who’d been called back to active duty.  He’d been forced to sell his piano and I'd been assigned as the Steinway’s new owner.

Yes, I’ve always treated my belongings with love, respect, and gentle kindness and…if I say so myself…my treasures helped make my new condo---a stunning “show place”.

Months later, I announced my intent to run for Mayor of my hometown---on the Republican ticket.  I soon became the Democrats target of hate and their number-one-enemy.

It was only after having my tires cut, my car “keyed” on both sides, and the car’s vinyl top sliced in multiple places….did I realize how low-down and dirty political races can be…BUT ONLY if you’re running against a Democrat.

When heavy rains caused flooding in the low-lying areas of the town and the creek near my condo continued to rise above its banks… I watched in horror as water began lapping at the front and back doors of my condominium!

Yes, I was helpless as the water seeped, then poured, in my home.  Frantic, I tried to throw everything higher--- on top of dressers, shelves, beds, and cabinets but---I was only one person against the fast-rising waters.  When the rain stopped and the water reached its desired level, I was devastated. Just watching the waves rise and fall within inches of my piano’s keyboard made me sick. 

I had flood insurance but, like most insurance, it only covered the bare necessities.  Insurance doesn’t cover the days, weeks, months, of cleanup…the personal losses, inconveniences, anguish, and frightening lively black snakes!

 Everything in bottom drawers, lower shelves/ cabinets, was ruined.  Chairs and sofas had to be rebuilt and upholstered.  My nearly-new mattresses were soggy, completely ruined. All my appliances were useless, while floors and coverings, wallpaper, door frames, closet doors, even plumbing had to be totally replaced.

Weeks after the flood, I received an anonymous letter in the mail. The letter was well-written and I had every reason to believe the information inside.  It seemed  the writer's home had also flooded and he’d done some private investigating. He was so angry he went "undercover" to discover the truth.  He paid a city official to tell him WHY, after living in his house for nearly forty years, his house had flooded for the first time.  The writer of the unsigned letter wanted answers and he was well-aware that money "talks".

The city official admitted the Mayor had ordered the Flood Gates “de-activated” during the heavy rain storm because, in the Mayor's words:  “ Its time for Sally Miller to learn a lesson.”

Don’t tell me about Democrats. I could write a book about their self-serving, criminal ways but….I won’t waste my time and talent writing about classless trash.

For your information, I still have more-than-enough fight left in my life.  So…don’t be surprised if, someday soon, I decide to run for a position in Congress. Only this time, I won’t leave anything to chance, including the weather.

Most importantly, I will never under-estimate the enemy.

Latest comments

17.10 | 01:42

I miss being Facebook friends with you! Hope you are well and happy.

Tammy Brookover Jay

15.10 | 01:28

Love all of this. I'm so lucky to be your neighbor,

30.08 | 16:26

Sally, my friend, I love your writings and sometimes they make me cry and then smile. I love you as if I had known you all my life. God Bless you each and every day in all you do.

29.08 | 19:19

Lol, I loved reading this story! As a female that dated a couple men with Harleys, I totally understand and met Harley Guy myself, many times over!
I hope you get your 3wheels someday soon!

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