The Red River Flood

“If I had a dollar for every time someone claimed they mastered time travel…”

“No, really, I’ve done it. There are complications, but I don’t know how far they extend.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, for example, you remember the Red River Flood?”

“Sure I do. All the sludge sloshing around in the basement, books and furniture floating around. I was young, but the image is burned in my mind.”

“When was the Red River Flood?”

“Let’s see, Spring 1950, I think.”

“That’s right, that’s exactly when it was.”

“So what does that prove?”

“Pull out your driver’s license and check your birth date.”

“What good will that do, I know exactly…”

“Just do it.”

“Here it is – wait, the date – it’s…it’s …December 1, 1951. What the…”

“I told you, there are complications.”

“Oh my God...What else?”


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