(Editor’s Note: The following is excerpted from chapter 8 in Carl’s book, Game of Gods: The Temple of Man in the Age of Re-Enchantment.)
On the evening of August 8, 1995, a pickup truck lost control as it approached a wooden bridge less than a mile from my parent’s farm. It had rained late in the afternoon, and the dirt road was slick. Something happened right before the river crossing and the truck kicked sideways onto the bridge, impacting the wooden guardrail.
Who knows how long the old rail planking had been there? It crumbled and broke and shattered (more…)
