R, or H, or D, (hard to follow your names)
This came out in a very dramatic way here 30 some years ago.
One of our friends had to cross a toll bridge on the way to work (165 feet high). On the morning I am speaking of, he had no money, and had to rob his piggy bank for change. It took several minutes to shake out the money.
That morning, one of the biggest tragedies of our county's history occurred. A violent storm blew a ship into that bridge, wiping out hundreds of feet of the high center span. Thirty some people fell to their deaths in the water below.
Our friend, because of the delay with the piggy bank, and having to count out nickels and dimes at the toll booth was now five cars behind the gapping hole where the bridge used to be.