Brings back memories of decades ago, early nineties. Melanie came to my door in the middle of the night. She had a dream that there was water everywhere in the lodge. She went over there and could see it through the door. It was a bar water pipe (old location). We rounded up people and shopvacs - poked a hole in the ceiling tile on the entrance side of the cafeteria, and water poured down. We were dry enough for opening, and fortunately had a wood furnace in the basement at that time.
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