Engineers Swore Nothing Could Move The Sunken Rig Until An Old Man Started His Nineteen Forty Nine Wrecker

parade route. Small, silver-haired, with a cane of her own. Clara Baines, the widow of the driver trapped in the bridge collapse of 1974.

“Hank Whitaker,” she said.

“Mrs. Baines.”

She touched Ruthie’s fender. “Your father saved my Frank.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I never got to thank him proper.”

Hank removed his cap. “I think he knew.”

Clara’s eyes shone. “Maybe. continue reading …