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See that big building in the middle of the frame? The one with the green swooping roof structure? The one smack dab in the middle of a body of water formerly known as Highway 6 in Coralville?

Well, that's our bank. Welcome to Wells Fargo. Grab a mop.

We just rented a safe deposit box there, maybe a couple months ago. Now we're trying to remember just how far off the floor it was. We didn't have any priceless artifacts in there, but we did have our marriage certificate and some stock papers, enough to be a headache to replace.

Among the other notable photos of the day was one that showed Highway 1, near Mount Vernon -- or, rather, what used to be Highway 1. The river flowed over it for a time and, it seems, took a large chunk with it when it left. Several sections of the road seem to have shifted. I compared it to the aftermath of an earthquake when the pavement cracks and buckles. This was the road used by Tim and his college buddy Darin of Mt. Vernon when they'd meet up for cribbage and a pint. Guess they'll have to find another route (and depending on the area of town, maybe another pub). We'll see how many more washed-away roads reveal themselves as the waters recede.

Photos courtesy Corey Schjoth, Special to the Press-Citizen

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