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January 29, 2007
In the right wheel path of the East-bound lane of a highway bridge on the West side of town, a square section of concrete deck 30 inches on a side crumbled into pieces late this afternoon. Several plate sized fragments of paving material, attached only to rebar in the concrete, hung suspended 30 feet above the railroad tracks. Since I was the last engineer in the office at quitting time, I was dragooned to work with the repair crew and found myself controlling traffic in a snow storm, standing on the highway shoulder, with red flares burning at my feet.