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That title sounds like an XTC song or something.

On Tuesday, Richard allowed me to come along and check on his home for the first time since the storm. For the most part his house survived, but the garage and out buildings were pretty beat up.

“We better go check on my bunnies” he says. We slog through the muck in his garage to the back where he has built a room to keep his rabbits. There must have been 20 of them. “Oh no.” The bunny his granddaughter had named “Mustard” for the color of its nose, was dead. Apparently Mustard had been sick and Richard was trying to nurse it back to health. When the storm came he had to evacuate and Mustard didn’t survive. Richard really wasn’t able to do much more than toss Mustard out the window into the soggy field behind his house.

There were certainly far greater tragedies from this storm than one man’s rabbit. With that said, I still think the little moments are important. Strung together they make up the fabric of our lives. They rarely meet the bar to make it in the paper. But, everyday there are millions of these little moments happening. Little moments. Important moments.