The Kosciuszko bridge is being blown up (down) this summer. It’s 77 years old and the new 2-span bridge alongside it is being built now. When I heard about the demolition plans last month, I thought, I’ve got to see this in person. Maybe witnessing the mile-plus long bridge fall to pieces would allay my bridge fears.That bridge is going to be shown a thing or two. I’d see then that I’m stronger than the bridge when I watch its tiny pieces fill the sky and scatter. No bridge in the world would scare me then not even the tallest and the longest. I could conquer them all. I’d be fearless like Wonder Woman. I’d drive over them and walk over them. I’d linger and take pictures from them. I’d enjoy being on them.
That’s a lot of false bravado. I can’t go from 0 to 100 that quickly.
I’d be like the Cowardly Lion from The Wizard of Oz when he says to the Wicked Witch’s palace guards, “Put ’em up, put ’em up! Which one of you first? I’ll fight you both together if you want. I’ll fight you with one paw tied behind my back. I’ll fight you standing on one foot. I’ll fight you with my eyes closed…”
I’d fake my bravery it until I made it too.
I still thought going to see the bridge explosion might be a good thing to do……until I didn’t.
It occurred to me that watching a bridge blow up and fall down into the water below is exactly what I’m afraid of. Not the blowing up part, the falling down part. So maybe seeing it would have the opposite effect and I’d be more scared than ever. I’d see the bridge is old and weak.
The date for the explosion hasn’t been set yet, but I think it’s going to happen without me. Though I could always take a peek online.
UPDATE: Demolition is scheduled for Tuesday, July 11 at 3 pm.