Monday night, around 11pm, an anchor bolt that held the support structure to a cement drop ceiling in the Ted Williams tunnel gave way, and 12 tons of cement fell on a car, killing a 38 year mother of three.
So now, after billions of dollars, hundreds of leaks, allegations of faulty concrete, and reports of corruption and mismanagement, people are actually outraged. It's horrific really. Can you imagine, driving to the airport to pick up your brother-in-law and having the ceiling of the new tunnel fall on you, crushing you dead. People in the city are freaked! The single most expensive highway project in the history of The United States is just...a disaster of epic proportions at the rate it's going. Holy Shit.
It's back to taking Storrow Drive to work for me. The tunnel interfered with the satellite radio anyway.
I watched the car driving in front of me today squish a chipmunk.
It was icky, but no where near as horrific as the people who saw the car in front of them get totaled by concrete ceiling tiles.
There is no clear, defining line as to where the perspiration on my skin meets the air around it. I am a walking drop of dew. Except I don't think I smell as pleasant. This has been the most bizarre year weather-wise. We had a mild winter, with hardly any snow, spring was a washout and non-existent, and now I might as well be in Mississippi with all this heat and humidity.
So what's new kids? (Shout out to Ms.C, you huge goofball. I felt 22 after getting off the phone with you the other night. "We're going to Bermuda!")