I still haven’t been down to see the collapsed I-35 bridge — the one I used to cross almost daily, the one I moved away from just weeks before its collapse. Maybe it’s that I’ve been busy (new house, etc.), or maybe I’m just waiting for it to be cleaned up and sanitized into some kind of memorial, something sugar-coated and easier to take.
Meanwhile, the situation has turned into a standard-issue political quagmire, with Gov. Pawlenty possibly circumventing the Legislature to fund the bridge’s reconstruction, which will be done by the slowest, most costly bidder.