Here's our iron bridge. As you can see from my first post and the street banner below, we use this old, single suspension relic as identification for small town promotion. It's very narrow and I swear I remember (I am NOT making this one up) being a passenger in the car my sister, Stacey, was driving when she PASSED a car on this bridge. For real! I'm 95% sure it happened.
Our river used to be a stinky mess when I was a kid and many, many people have worked tirelessly to change the condition over the years.
Several years ago there was a water ski team that performed during our 4th of July celebration. As we lined the railing along the boardwalk to watch the young girls with smiling faces ski their little hearts out you could tell who was a local resident and who wasn't by the looks on THEIR faces.
People my age had looks of horror frozen in place and many were praying those darling skiers didn't fall into what we remembered as toxic water. The others were cheering and loving every moment.
No one's swimming in this river these days, now that it's cleaner, but the houses on the river banks aren't turning yellow anymore.
People walk along the board walk all the time now and come to this gazebo every summer Saturday night to listen to live music.
Life is good here.