“Sorry, I can’t hear you, I’m on the bridge,” and “the bridge is up, I’m going to be late,” are two sentences from phone calls that you’ll experience if you live in Lorain, Ohio for a while. The rumbling of the bridge as you pass over the bascule truss, loudly telling you how fast or how slow everyone around you is going; the times the bridge is actually up and you have to be somewhere right away, or the times when the bridge isn’t actually up and you’re just running late; wondering if you can make the jump across the gap if you sped up the bridge fast enough – all these thoughts bring back the nostalgia of one of the largest bascule bridges in the world (x).
Alexander Wooledge 