For the past 16 hours,
this is what's been going on in my own backyard. We live two miles from the bridge and I work just blocks away. Tyler and I are safe and happy to report that so far, everyone we know is safe too. I drive on West River Parkway (the road beneath the south half of the collapsed bridge) everyday, twice a day. Tyler's usually waiting to pick me up at 6:00 pm sharp after work, then we're on our way home via the Parkway. Last night, I was five minutes late getting out of work. I've never been so happy to stay late at work.
We were en route to Home Depot crossing the Central Av. bridge which is perpendicular to the I-35 bridge that collapsed. Sirens, sirens everywhere, but we didn't know what happened. We were listening to the sports guys on AM radio whine about the KG trade when a citizen called in to relay the news that he was looking at the I-35 bridge collapsed in the river. The time was 6:10. I made a call to the Star Tribune to make sure they were aware of the situation, but of course, they were already on it. Tyler and I turned around, parked the car and walked toward the scene. We were right there along with everyone else. Lots of people making cell phone calls, taking camera phone pictures, etc. The air was smokey, the smell of burning diesel filled the air. We decided it would be best to head home and let the emergency officials do their job without having worry about the safety of onlookers.
I wished so badly I had my camera and reporter's notebook with me. Note to self: ALWAYS carry a notebook and pen. It's a nice reminder at work this morning that the newspaper business is still a vital part of this community. Nothing is more powerful than the still images that were taken by our photographers. Video doesn't compare. This is why I work in this business.
We won't be taking the scenic drive along the parkeay that I always brag about for quite some time. Thanks to everyone who called us and our parents to check up on us.