Tough Night In Minneapolis
As I’m sure you’ve all heard, a significant bridge on 35W in Minneapolis collapsed at 6:05pm last night. I’m happy to say that I wasn’t anywhere near it when it went down nor were any of my friends or loved ones.
I missed the collapse by about 3 hours last night. What’s crazy is, I used that route to pick up my son from my parents house when I leave from the hospital. When the construction started on that bridge a few months back, I took shortcuts. Last time I used it, I got stuck for an extra 45 minutes.
Anyway, I was prepared and ready to go to the scene to help if need be. The powers that be at Woodbury Fire had us on standby in case they needed our assistance. Didn’t happen. We didn’t get called to even stand-by and cover for St. Paul.
It’s one of those things that will stay with you for quite some time. A thing that we sort of take for granted fails and tosses many people into peril.
I watched the coverage for a while and got to the point where I got irritated. I can only watch the same footage over and over and listen to the talking heads (reporters) giving their half-baked interpretations of what happened. My wife watched it almost until midnight. I was shocked when I came up from a couple hours o’ writing to see she was still awake.
When I woke up this morning at 5:00am, she was up 5 minutes later, with the TV on. Maybe I’m somewhat desensitized to disaster and stuff, but it affects her in completely different ways.