Growth: Determination
The cars backed up on the highway for many miles. … Then began one of the strangest processions it has ever been my privilege to witness. There were many mud holes along this route where cars could not go through on their own power. … [W]ith women at the steering wheels, the men waited beside the mud holes. When a car came by, they dropped in behind it and waded right through the mud to push it to solid ground. … [Then] they went on to the next mud hole. They came through our pasture; followed the Prosperity Farms road; went over the condemned bridge; crossed Kelsey's unfinished golf course and my lightly constructed bridge, and re-entered the highway at Riviera. … This procession continued all the daylight hours until the highway was reopened to traffic. We estimated that something like 2,000 cars [passed]. A few months later, Kelsey was driving over the condemned bridge in his Buick. A whole span let loose at both ends and dropped him—car and all—into five feet of salt water.