The I35W bridge collapsed just over 40 days ago, and today is the 9/11 anniversary. In making the blogging rounds today I found this lovely description of the scene of the bridge collapse, and the people who come to the steep bluffs of the Mississipi and walk out along the close, paralleling 10th avenue bridge, overlooking the river and the site:
I walk the length of the bridge. Slowly. When I get to the end and turn to walk back, women begin to pass me wearing cotton dresses and white bonnets. And then their men come. The single ones clean-shaven, the married with beards. My attention turns from the bridge to the Mennonites, and I realize they are curious, too. Then, quite suddenly, the group of 50 clusters near one of the lookout points and forms a choir. They begin to sing a cappella hymns in 4-part harmony. Their voices are gentle, soothing, the music floating over the site and the people viewing it. I am singing the lyrics with them in my head—all familiar songs from my early upbringing in the church. A Mennonite man approaches me with a CD of their music. I accept it. He tells me they have driven up from southern Iowa to sing on the bridge. A 5-hour trip. They sing 7 songs, and continue across ….
You can read the entire post, 40 Days, 8 Flags, and 1 Mennonite Choir, and it’s all worth it, here.