A day... in These titles mean nothing.

It’s been a strange 24 hours.
The bridge in Baltimore fell down. The Francis Scott Key Bridge was knocked down by a container ship leaving the harbor. It happened at 1:30 am their time and I didn’t know it until morning. It reminded me of my railroad engineer, who when he saw the tow boats on the Mississippi and their massive loads was fascinated. He wasn’t sure though that a freight train wasn’t more his speed. Trains run on tracks, the boats are loose in the water, there are harder to control.

Last night when the bridge was falling I was watching a PBS documentary.
This one:

It’s two and a half hours. It’s very well done. I understand that it is one viewpoint. I realize there is another way to look at these things. I try to be careful, not so much with my own opinions because I know what I think and I know why and I am satisfied that I am right. But I do not want to hurt other people in what I believe are their sincere views. It’s a narrow bridge to cross. Trust me. I’ll try to trust you back.