This time one year ago, I had just moved into an apartment and was trying to get my cable set up, because, as I’m sure you can realize, not having TV or internet is awful. The cable guy came over, promptly got into an argument with my landlord about getting into the complex’s cable room and left. I had waited for two days, and they didn’t set up my cable.
I eventually went to IKEA and bought some furniture, came home and tried to call my mother to tell her what I got and what I still needed, but for whatever reason, my call wouldn’t go through.
A couple hours later, she got a hold of me, frantically telling me that something terrible had happened.
The next couple of days were awful in Minneapolis. It’s hard to relay just what the impact was to people that aren’t from here. The 35W bridge was the most traveled bridge in the state of Minnesota, and everyone in the Twin Cities felt the impact. Soon after the bridge had come down, the phone lines had been jammed, explaining my difficulty from earlier. You couldn’t get a hold of everyone you expected to, and if you saw a car that looked familiar on the news, it was cause for panic, especially when it reminded you of one of those people you couldn’t get a hold of (turns out, there are a lot of gold Mercury Sables, thank God). People in Minneapolis still remember the curiosity, sorrow, and most of all, the panic of a year ago, and as you can tell, is on our minds today.
Here we are now, a year later, and things are much better. I have cable and can watch Cribs on MTV while writing about Dan Hinote (which I will later today, promise) and most importantly, the city of Minneapolis is still recovering.
Sorry for bumming you guys out. This is a hockey blog, not a “reminisce about horrible disasters” blog, but I had to get this out there somewhere. Kevin’s never letting me back.
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