Six AM Saturday we drove over the Tappan Zee Bridge in Tarrytown, NY. This morning I read a boat struck one of the barges anchored within sight of this bridge just hours before we crossed. Killing two, injuring four others. A soon to be bride and her best man gone. The waters are dark in the shadow of the bridge. The barges, we saw them, black and low to the water.
Too close to home. We drive back and forth to Florida more than most people believe or imagine. We've seen some terrible accidents. Have been held up in traffic jams for hours, at times. Always praying those involved have a grace of God.