Thursday, May 13, 2010

See? Toldja!

They really ARE replacing the beds and beams of the bridge!




Approaching the bridge today in my dinghy, the men were using torches to cut the steel. Sparks were flying, reflected against face masks as I looked up. They looked down and cut the torches, waving me under. I had flashbacks to growing up on that barrier island in Florida, where stopping for a bridge to open in cars or waiting for a bridgetender to open the bridge in boats wasn't unusual. In my little boat, under that semi naked bridge, I could hear my Dad laughing...

No comments:

Post a Comment