Today is a sad day...today the eighth street bridge officially closes. While I'm excited for the new bridge, there is a part of me that feels a connection to the old bridge. This bridge has stood the test of time, flood after flood, storm after storm, winter after winter! The bridge in fact, use to be a steel grate bridge, before it was concrete.
I realize that the bridge scored a zero on safety, and is probably the narrowest bridge ever, but I still love it. The new bridge will cut down the amount of traffic on river street, and make commute much quicker, but sometimes all that traffic is a good thing, for me at least. You don't know how many cds I got to fall in love with while sitting in traffic on River street.
Usually I have a new cd and it is mostly used for background music, but when I'm stuck in the traffic, I turn up the music, and really take in the cd, listen to the lyrics, and start to appreciate the actual cd. The Eighth Street bridge is a monument more than a bridge. It is under appreciated, this bridge is like the secret entrance to West Pittston, Exeter, and Wyoming.
I guess the exciting thing about the new bridge is, when I'm long gone, and kids of a much later generation are complaining about how terrible the new 8th Street bridge is, when they look back a pictures and news clippings on the bridges grand opening, at least I was part of all the excitement of its new beginning, and the demolition of the old.