America the Broken
In early April 1987, after Sunday morning pancakes at my parents’ farm in upstate New York, I made the 225-mile journey west back to college. When I returned to campus after the four-hour drive, I heard the news (this was way before the instant information age, and most people didn’t even have the toaster-sized cell phones of that era, including me). A bridge on the New York State Thruway had collapsed, and ten people had died. The bridge was only fi ve miles east of where I had gotten on the Thruway.