One Year Later

Last year, I climbed the stairs of my ‘tower’ and looked out at the skyline that had fallen. I met a colleague there. What does it mean to lose a bridge? To lose the workers who were doing the impossible, daily work of tending the highways that encircle a city? Here is Key, once again,…

Last year, I climbed the stairs of my ‘tower’ and looked out at the skyline that had fallen. I met a colleague there.

What does it mean to lose a bridge? To lose the workers who were doing the impossible, daily work of tending the highways that encircle a city?

Here is Key, once again, in honor of those workers. In honor of my generations of family who have made steel to stand up such things as bridges.

Not to watch them fall.