We live in an amazing town, filled with artifacts so integrated into our lives that we can sometimes not imagine not having them in place. Some years ago, there was a battle about this beautiful landmark, the Bridge of Lions, connecting downtown St. Augustine to Anastasia Island, where Rodney grew up and where many treasured friends live today. This is a picture of our beloved bridge I borrowed from google.com, and if you were driving toward the distance, you would coming into downtown St. Augustine. I hope you'll forgive me for letting my friend Pablo over at Pablo Notes do some of the heavy lifting for me tonight, because he has beautifully captured the first lighting of the new lights on the saved, preserved, rescued bridge, the beneficiary of a dogged fight to save it that took many years and the passionate activism of many people.
It wasn't, perhaps, the bloody battle of some of those of previous centuries in our town, but it was a hard-fought one, nonetheless. You can see its history at the Save Our Bridge site, but the bottom line is this: there was a drive to widen the bridge, making it four modern lanes, but losing the beauty and architectural elegance of this edifice, one that served to connect us with the generations of our parents and stood as a reminder of those generations before them. It was touch and go, as they say: that four lane replacement bridge nearly won the day.
It's the work of hundreds, or maybe thousands of people, but there it is. Saved, for everyone to enjoy. As it seems to be the work of this blog to talk about connections, this was too important to miss. Thank you, Lis and Kristie. Thank you, Teresa Danahy Segal. Thank you, Pablo. Thank you, sort of crazy people at Folio Weekly, who covered the topic and did your best to help preserve this treasure. Thank you, people of St. Augustine, who, in the end, DID save this treasure.