Printer’s Alley — Just a note

Simply due to the high volume of hits this blog has had in the last four days of searches for “Printer’s Alley Flooding,” I wanted to make a brief note here…

Printer’s Alley was not affected by the flooding this last weekend! Nor did it lose power when much of downtown was left in the dark. In fact, Bourbon Street Blues & Boogie Bar has a soft reopening this week!

ALL the clubs in the Alley — Bourbon Street, Fiddle & Steel Guitar Bar, Kelli’s, Lonnie’s and, yes, even the Brass Stables are all open and just fine. Even Jesse Zane’s around the corner is good to go.

In fact, all of the clubs and bars in downtown are open and ready for a rockin’ weekend to celebrate making it through a rough week. Nashville is OPEN for business!!

Flood of Love

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“A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty.”
— Winston Churchill

In every tragedy, a “bright side” can be found if you look hard enough. Luckily, in the Nashville flood, you don’t have look hard at all. It’s all right there.

This community has pulled together in a way I could have never imagined happening. People from one suburb are traveling all the way across town to help strangers in another suburb. Race, religion, age and social status mattering none. Offers to help have come in faster than requests for help can be made.

Some of my favorite stories include the ones where neighbors are helping each other — neighbors who before this tragedy had never met one another, and yet had lived next door to one another for five or more years. One news report, a man actually said that it was almost worth having this happen to find out what kind of community he lived in… one that overwhelmed him to tears with their offers to help him rebuild his home that has been destroyed.

When electricity was out, I heard a report of a man saying he had sat down and played games with his two small children — the first time he’d done that since they were born. The lack of electricity forced him to reconnect with his own family.

I always believe that everything happens for a reason, and perhaps its stories like these that are why this flood happened. Perhaps we all needed a wake-up call as to what is most important in life — the people around us. This newly invigorated sense of community is exactly what is going to pull this city back together. Both emotionally and physically.

Now I understand: This is why this state is called the Volunteer State.