A bridge on 35w over the Mississippi collapsed tonight, not an iconic bridge, a nondescript, workmanlike bridge, that I’ve driven countless times, that I bike under every few days. There are six people dead so far, but so many fire and so many cars in the river.
What is the use of being a historian right now, instead of an EMT? Does being a historian mean being an observer, instead of an actor?
I work at the museum at HCMC, the hospital where they’re taking the survivors. Hopefully tomorrow I can get some oral histories and do some good. But I’m drained. I’m out of ideas. I have stories but no solutions.