The temperature was already 85 when we started work at 7 a.m. on the I-49 bridge over Missouri Highway 150 in Belton. Even before they took their positions among the piles of rebar, the men were sweating. Jungle-like humidity lay on us like warm, wet blankets.
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I was living my halcyon days when I was teaching. It would end. Storms would come.
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