Falling Down, My Fair Lady

Below: the Mississippi River at North Mississippi Regional Park ... along 35W ... just north of downtown Minneapolis.
Disaster boggles the mind. All the superlative descriptive words apply.

At 6:05 Wednesday afternoon we were watching the local news. We were not crossing the Mississippi on the I 35W bridge... as we may have been if we had been going to the Twins baseball game. As we viewed the first coverage of smashed cars and concrete slabs that used to be a bridge that we have crossed countless times since 1967, I cried for those who were there. I suppose I cried for us all.

Always, the loss of life tops the list of loss.

To count the other kinds of loss: today is only Day One of that process. Oh dear, oh dear.

And as always, there will be good stories too; always in the ashes, God is there.