I'm sure most of you have heard about the bridge collapsing here in Minneapolis. Wow, that has been such a surreal thing for me to fathom. I normally take that bridge as one of my alternate routes to get around town. That night I happened to be having dinner with clients in St. Paul when all of a sudden, everyone's cell phone started ringing (and that's how I found out). Then yesterday, I had to meet another client whose office is located near the bridge. It was eery to drive on a freeway that normally has lots of cars at all hours. And yesterday, just a few and right near the last exit (where they have closed the freeway), a police officer is parked there making sure people exit.
It is such a tragedy. I can remember feeling the same way in 1989 when the San Francisco earthquake happened. I was living in Europe at the time (but my family and a number of friends live there) and felt quite helpless. And I remember when I came back to San Francisco accidentally taking a highway that I had always driven on only to find that it had collapsed and was no longer there.
Anyway, my prayers are with my neighbors here in Minneapolis. Stac
Yeah, my thoughts exactly...very similar to the Cypress collapse over here. I read later on that the Cypress was substandard even when it was constructed...it was a road I, and everyone else around here, had driven on many, many times, to get to and from Oakland. It was just very weird, either you were lucky that day or you weren't.
Perhaps the good thing is that they upgraded the overpasses around here to better withstand that type of earthquake (long, with lots of side-to-side motion).
I hope they will retrofit the bridges over there...but the government is going to have to do something, otherwise no one is going to want to drive over any bridge.
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It's very sad and very scary to think that actually happened. It seems unreal. I have to look at these events as absolute freak accidents and flukes, though. Otherwise, I would be too petrified to leave the house.