Wednesday was an odd day. I was supposed to have my cable set up so I could finally get back to some regular posting, start watching TV again, and finally feel like the new apartment was really home. In a bizarre twist, the cable installer and the property manager had an argument that frustrated the installer so much that he left. Without setting up my cable. (For the record, I’m siding with the landlord after hearing both sides and from the cable company) I was still in the dark. Then, at around 630, my phone beeped, letting me know I had a message. For whatever reason, I couldn’t get to my voicemail, and such was the case for at least two hours. I finally was able to get to it and heard the horrible news. The I-35W bridge had collapsed. Was I all right?
rried about some of my own. There were roughly 200 people on the bridge at the time, assuring that everyone in the metro would know someone involved somehow with the incident. For me, fortunately, there have been now fatalities, and the friend I was most concerned about happened to be 30 miles away from the bridge when it fell. A woman in my aunts book club remains unconcious at the Hennepin County Medical Center, my employer’s cleaning woman has a sister who was on the bridge as it fell, and thankfully she walked away. The cleaning woman even got an interview with Katie Couric. Most closely, my cousin’s husband who is a firefighter in South St. Paul made a tragic discovery, finding one of the deceased in a submerged vehicle. Add The Sports Daily to your Google News Feed!