The Day Everything Almost Fell Apart
By two o’clock, the sky turned heavy and angry.
A few hours later, the dispatcher’s radio crackled the kind of news that ruins schedules.
Water main break near a construction site.
Half the block flooding.
Traffic melting down.
Instant chaos.
Brown water boiled out of the street like it was alive.
Horns blared.
Someone filmed instead of moving their car.
All I could think about was 6:30.
