As I age I notice I've become mildly bridge-phobic. (I think it's a mom thing --I feel the same way about flying, which I never did before the Weedlets came into being.) I have to give myself stern internal talking-tos to put down a panicky feeling when driving over long bridges. It doesn't help to be reminded such fears are utterly rational.
Poor Minneapolis; we're praying for you. James Lileks has a round-up, and a poignant description of the bridge.
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