When I was 6 yrs old (1955) my Dad was friends with the bridge operator. He let myself & my Dad ride up on the bridge as an ore carrier passed underneath. It is one of the most thrilling experience of my life. It felt to me as though we were 1000 feet up. At the time it was taboo for anyone but the operator to be on the bridge when it was rising. Thrill of a lifetime.
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