Some Thoughts On The I-35W Collapse
I was born and raised in Wisconsin, spent winter vacations in Upper
Michigan
, and spent summer vacations camping around the
country. My husband was raised in Indiana, where the ice storms
are legendary. We were both taught to have an attitude of
preparedness. Our cars are outfitted with jumper cables, emergency shovels, sleeping
bags, windshield scrapers, and (of course) umbrellas.
We don't have hammers.
When your car falls into water, you can't open the door because of the pressure from the water. If you have manual windows, you can open a window and swim out. If you have power windows, you must break a window in order to escape. How do you prepare for this? Keep a hammer in your car, within reach of the driver's seat.
The night of the I-35W
bridge
collapse, I watched regular-channel programming for the first
time in two years. I watched all night. By the time the rescue efforts were called off for the
night, I had finally figured something out. All along, people had been saying that there were
50 or more cars on the bridge when it collapsed. But on the news coverage, there were
more like 20, if that. I finally realized that all those missing cars were underneath the part of
the bridge that was in the water.
Did those people keep hammers in their cars? Could I have gotten out?
There is a running joke in Minnesota that all we can talk about is the
weather
. There's a good reason for that: We have a lot of
weather, and it causes the natural disasters that we deal with here. We have blizzards, we
have tornados, we have flooding. We don't have earthquakes, or hurricanes, or tsunamis.
So, of course, we talk about the weather. But now we're talking about bridges.
The I-35W bridge across the Mississippi is as complicated in its
death
as it was simple during its
life
. For many of us, it is as though we lost a family member.
Many of us drove that bridge twice a day; I myself drove it about twice a week. Its death
has caused tangled emotions and tangled conversations, no less than it has caused tangled
traffic. Some of us ran to give first aid help; some of us ran for our cameras; some of us ran
away. Some of us want to get as close to it as possible; some of us can't even see pictures
without shedding tears. Some of us blame the mayor; some blame the governor; some
blame the legislature; some blame the construction company doing repairs. Some of us
want to spend more on all of our highways; some of us want to spend more on mass
transit; some of us want to spend more on maintaining the status quo.
I just want to buy a
hammer
.




Comments
WOW. Great piece!!!
Posted by: Just me | August 14, 2007 08:46 AM
wow i just wanted to tell u that ur storie is really fake
Posted by: Brenda | August 16, 2007 01:38 PM
...and ur spelling is rilly gud 2, Brenda!
Posted by: Charles Riggs | August 16, 2007 04:01 PM
My Mom gave me a tool for my car that has a little hammer to break the window, a device to slice the seat belt and a flashing light to see and let others know you are there. I recommend it. She got this nifty item through the AARP cataloge.
Posted by: Paula | August 24, 2007 09:21 AM
that nifty gift is something you can get at any store. It is a fantastic piece of equipment for any vehicle and is small enough to fit inside of the glove compartment or center console.
Posted by: Tracie | September 11, 2007 04:25 PM
Thanks for your note. Driving safety has become something of a moot point for me lately, since I recently had foot surgery and cannot drive. I should be writing blogs about what it’s like to have a bum foot! But I have actually solved the hammer problem, so no need to worry.
Thanks!
Posted by: Phyllis Thorne | September 13, 2007 09:41 AM