My fear of bridges is apparently valid

My grandmother was terrified of bridges. She lived in Minneapolis/St. Paul. I inherited her fear of bridges, although unlike her I do manage to drive myself over them, clutching the steering wheel with a death grip and plotting how I will save my children if the bridge (or tunnel) I am traveling on collapses.

A significant portion of my extended family is still in Minneapolis/St. Paul. My thoughts are with them and their neighbors and friends. And I'm not so sure that I will make it over the bridges I need to travel over next week.