Salvador Dali had it right: our clocks are melting, all the sweet green icing running down.*
Yesterday, a tanker truck carrying four thousand gallons of jet fuel was wrecked and burned on the east side of Indianapolis, shutting down the heavily-used interchange between I-70 and I-465. Amazingly, no one was killed; passers-by rushed in and pulled the driver to safety.
This morning, across several channels, TV news people were remarking on the unusual event, musing that nothing like it had happened before.
But it has. In October 2009, an LP tanker traveling on I-465 near I-69 on the the northeast side of Indianapolis flipped, caught fire and exploded. A couple of passing drivers stopped and carried the driver away from the fire.
History doesn't repeat itself but it often rhymes; given the amount of traffic on the ring freeway and the preferential routing of hazardous cargo away from surface streets, this is not unexpected. The remarkable thing is that on both occasions, people stepped up and helped out at considerable personal risk. --Or are remarkable people, brave people, decent people, a little more common than pessimists would have us believe?
* No, the link's up there. Click on the asterisk.
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