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October 17, 2013
After emerging from a hole in the street,
the men closed down a Manhattan intersection, holding back impatient pedestrians. Then, shouting “Fire in the hole!,” they pushed down on a T-shaped lever:There was a great roar, a percussive rumble that grew louder and louder. The sidewalk and fences began to tremble, along with the ground beneath our feet. The crane that was suspended above the hole rattled from side to side. One bystander looked up at the sky, then down at the ground, not sure what was happening. “Is it a bomb?” another asked. A plume of dust rose out of the shaft. Then everything fell silent. The tunnel had advanced another nine feet. “All right, hogs!” the foreman yelled. And before anyone noticed, Ryan and the other men vanished into the hole. Building Water Tunnel No. 3 : The New Yorker
Posted by gerardvanderleun at October 17, 2013 12:24 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.