My Cousin Chalon urged me to tell this story. When I was about 13 we was going to a ballgame in St.Louis,and a tornado came through right over this bridge. There were cars on both sides of the road,you could barely see the 18 wheeler's lights ahead of us,and my late sister wouldn't stop cause she was afraid someone would push us off into the water. So she followed the 18 wheeler. My late mom said what if he goes off the bridge. My sister said well we go off with him. That bridge held all them cars and we made it across. But you could feel that bridge sway. Strong old bridge I say. That was I believe 1977 or 1978.