We went to snag some rogue carpet squares from the boy's project yesterday...and wow did I learn something about myself.
At first it was wow, there's a lot of traffic, what's going on...was it a concert, festival or one of the ever-present "walks"?
Seriously, there were cars everywhere. Stop and go, stop and go. Took 5 solid minutes to go the last block.
OK, granted the nearby highway no longer exists, but this seemed sort of extreme for traffic on an early Sunday afternoon with no Twins game.
...and the boy insisted that traffic hadn't been anything like this for the past few days.
So what was going on????
When I noticed the people clogging the sidewalks...all headed in the same direction, it hit me.
And I got nauseous.
All these people had come down here to the river to gawk. They wanted to see it. To point and gasp and "see something"...and maybe be on TV.
I understand that some may have come with reverence. To pray. To feel the depth of the loss.
But man, that was not what I was seeing. Wouldn't have been surprised to see food vendors and t-shirts. Never seen so many extremely serious, annoyed police in my life.
It was creepy.
Yep, I am not a gawker.