Moving on. So that should have been the end of the story but not where we live. This railroad runs right down the center of the busiest part of our fair town splitting it in half. From the Mississippi River all the way out this particular railroad cuts this city in half. If you’ve ever been to Memphis you would know this is no short distance. Along this rail through our town there are maybe six underpasses for this rail, most of these close to the downtown area and only one in the eastern part of our town and that one is way out east. So this wreck resulted in a traffic tie up that ran for miles.
You had cars running around like lost ants trying to find a way around this mess and I have to say it would have been amusing except my hubby and I were caught in it on the opposite side of where we lived. Fortunately I do know where the underpasses are and although it meant driving at least ten miles out of our way to get home we managed to get to the other side. I was surprised how few people seemed to know this but from the amount of traffic, or lack of it, once we got to the closest way to get past the train traffic became almost nonexistent. Once on the other side of the tracks the lack of traffic was almost creepy. It was sort of nice to have half the city to ourselves I have to say. What would have taken us about twenty five minutes on a normal day to drive from that underpass to our home took us about ten.
Now why the news about this train wreck was so important. We have three daughter as some of you might know and all of them work and all of them have children. Between them getting off work and running around trying to pick up their kids shortly after we got home they would have been cross those tracks to and from work and picking up their kids. We didn’t know until later that as things worked out that day those crisscross maneuvers weren’t an issue. Buddy and I were caught in the mess about thirty minutes before the rush hour set in so for our girls they would have been right in the middle of it.
I would have thought that giving people a warning so they could have tried to make arrangements to get around the worse part of the mess would have been something important but evidently the weather people felt that the fizzled out storm was more important and warning people to take cover. You know getting on your knees and covering your head with your hands and never mind all the little ant cars running around with people who didn’t have a clue stuck in major backups on that side of the tracks. If a really bad storm had hit us that day with some serious straight-line winds we really could have had some serious traffic pileups and I’m not talking one where cars were sitting in two or three rows one after the other.
Oh well, what do I know? After all I’m just a crazy old lady who doesn’t have the sense to come in out of the rain. No joke a lot of times I don’t. One of these days one of those storms that doesn’t fizzle out make pick me up and carry me away. I’ll be sure to wave at you as I pass over you.