Today I walked down to have a look at what is left of the I-35 Bridge over the Mississippi River. Though I live only about a mile from the bridge, and I cross the river daily on my way to work, I had caught only a few glimpses of it in the distance. Officials had kept the Tenth Avenue Bridge (labeled on the map as the "Cedar Ave Bridge," though no one I know calls it that), the bridge closest to the collapse, closed until last Friday to ensure safety and to prevent onlookers from seeing bodies being pulled out of the wreckage. Now that the adjacent bridge has been thoroughly inspected for damage that may have been caused by the fall of the I-35 Bridge, and the last of the victims has been removed from the site, they have re-opened it.
Police have wisely have restricted the Tenth Avenue Bridge to one lane of traffic, and have set up temporary pedestrian walkways so that people may now gaze upon the fallen structure. It is quite a sobering sight. They have already cleared away a lot of the debris, but still a colossal amount of clean up remains.
While walking back I spotted this sign hung on the balcony of the apartment building closest to the fallen bridge. It says it all.
Police have wisely have restricted the Tenth Avenue Bridge to one lane of traffic, and have set up temporary pedestrian walkways so that people may now gaze upon the fallen structure. It is quite a sobering sight. They have already cleared away a lot of the debris, but still a colossal amount of clean up remains. 
While walking back I spotted this sign hung on the balcony of the apartment building closest to the fallen bridge. It says it all. 
4 comments:
There's justice in the fact that our glorious fatherland has spent so much time, money, and life destroying others' bridges. And now our own are falling from neglect.
Can't pretend there's no such thing as karma.
John, I couldn't agree more.
tequila mockingbird - thank you for stopping by! May I ask how you found my blog?
To your comment, I don't know whether I should punch the garage sale guy or shake his hand. What an incredibly opportunistic turd. Then again, it was moving weekend for all of the U of MN students. Maybe he was just a thoughtless dork.
i found you randomly by checking out minneapolis.
this was an old dude... he definitely was not a student and was instead engaging in some serious douchebaggery.
Well in that case, option (A) punch in the face seems apt. Bastid.
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