Not for nearly a quarter century (that long?) has a structural collapse shocked me so. Then it was those two towers poking the clouds, hit by planes. Yesterday it was a bridge across Baltimore Bay, hit by a cargo ship. I’d often visited both. Both were fixtures of the horizon and imagination, I-beams in fortress America, permanent one thought, imperturb…
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