The people I met in Nashville were the most friendly (or professional, as appropriate) generous and wonderful people I've ever met. The myth of the Southern Gentleman is true. They were taking time to be nice to me while this was happening.
Edit: That garbage can on its side between the stop signs hasn't been knocked over into static water. It's actually being swept from right to left by running water. The river has risen over the street.
I'm looking for a charity. Red Cross may not quite cut it, I'll see. But these were wonderful people carrying on during a disaster and I pledge to give something towards that.