When we’re walking home, I leave it up to Jacoby when to start walking. Generally, when he recognises where we are, he wants to get out of his carrier and walk.
The other day on the way home from a visit, he decided he wanted to start walking on the Summer Street Bridge. I think he actually knows how to get home from the post office, but I didn’t let him out till we were safely on the bridge’s sidewalk.
It’s also the site of the worst accident in Boston public transportation history…a streetcar crashed through the gate while the bridge was open on November 7, 1916, and 47 people drowned in the Channel. I only recently learned this…I walk over that bridge nearly every day!
The Summer Street Bridge (which seems to have no other name) was built and dedicated in 1899 and we’re here standing on it in 2011. I like that.