Weekly Photo Challenge: Gone, But Not Forgotten
It was referred to as the 9th Street Bridge—and I do miss it. I miss the sound of the the horn alerting drivers that the bridge was going to open to let a boat pass through. I miss the sound of the bells as the gate lowered to block the cars from advancing further. I miss watching the drawbridge being raised and lowered while we were out on the water. I miss the excitement of wondering whether our boat could squeak by underneath at low tide.
Yeah, the new bridge is . . . nice: There is a bike path for cyclists. There is a wide walkway for joggers and walkers which is well-used all year. There are decorative lights underneath that change colors during the night. There are fishing piers. There are boat ramps. There is a ramp for launching kayaks and canoes. And I like it, I do because, quite frankly, it’s very . . . nice. But I miss the resonant sounds of that old groaning bridge. All we hear now is the sound of spinning tires speeding over the causeway.
Daily Gratitude: a lovely day at the Philadelphia Art Museum with good friends; a great meal at The Waterworks; coming home safely to Dapper G
Quote of the Day: Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food. ~Austin O’Malley
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