The old bridge looks devastated to be obsolete.
The slow deconstruction has begun, which turns out to be another big project.
An earthquake can take out an entire section but a demolition crew must be methodical.
Now all the boxes are in our garage, waiting for the remodel project to be completed,
but I must admit to peeking in some of them to find forgotten treasures, kind of like a kid hunting for clues to the Christmas presents. Al reminds me that we've done without all of this for three years, so another month won't matter, but where's the fun in that?