On my way home, I was stuck on Clarksville Pike in stand-still traffic for a half an hour. Then, it just cleared up. Whatever the problem was, there was no evidence left. No cops in cars doing paperwork. No shaken people standing around.
But I realized, as I was sitting there, that there was no good way to get over the river from where I was. Either I’d have to backtrack clear back to I-65 and get on the interstate or I’d have to go way over to Briley.
In my dreams, there’s a bridge on 40th Avenue, crossing the river to somehow hook up with County Hospital Road.
I figure, if there’s even the slightest chance that the AT&T thing was not a coincidence, I’m going to use my bloggy powers to suggest that bridge and put it out there in the ether.