Today is a big day for me. Today they began the demolition of the main spans of the 77 year old Grace Memorial Bridge here in Charleston. The Grace Bridge was always the special one. It, and the Silas Pearman bridge made up what was just generally referred to as the Cooper River Bridge.
The two bridges have been being demolished for a few months now, but today was the first day that they took the big bombs to the Grace Bridge. So there it goes. Crashing down into the water. Its a weird sort of sad. Weird, in that its not really sad at all. Yet it is still. I have been following that new bridge's progress for 10 years. And the part that you never remember will happen is this part. Its a great day really. That old bridge did its job well for a long long time. It deserves its rest at the bottom of the sea. Where fish will play on it. That sounds peaceful.
But I am going to figure out how to get a piece of that thing to keep forever though.
-T
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