That Was Different.
He picked us up in Nebraska or somewhere theres about. He was an owner operator. Though he appeared so average it almost wasn’t average, we learned that he had been very narrowly avoiding serious disasters the entire 15 years he had been trucking.
Many years ago the Bay Bridge had a habit of falling down. I remember the last time they fixed it the city brought in thousands of gallons of dish soap to lube the sides of a massive concrete insert that was just slightly too large. It worked like a charm and has not collapsed since. Of course a bridge between Oakland and San Francisco is going to need a lot of lube to function. It doesn’t take an engineer to sort that out.
This man who picked us up had watched that bridge go down in his rearview mirror. He had also seen cars swallowed by a river when he barely missed a bridge on I-90 going the same route.
“Yeah it’s the funniest thing. Seems almost unusual to see so many things like that.” He chewed his chew and itched under his dusty ball cap. “You guys remember that time the twin towers went down?”
Turns out both of us had heard something about that.
“Well I was in Manhatten that day, with my truck,” He looked away from the road and into my partners face there in shotgun and said,
“That was different.”