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Stoneys love a party and hate to wait in traffic to get to one. So the completion of this bridge, which almost doubled up the capacity of both the old ones, was twice as nice. When the Grace bridge opened it wss a three-day event. This time the celebration took up a week ( Read more... )

I spent four years in the Upstate. When ground was broken I was between Wilson and Wofford. Now I am a Bachelor of Science, or whatever the hell I am. I missed the Low Country. I missed the flat, boring landscape, the stagnant air, the humidity, the heat; the tobacco fields, the corn fields, the soybean fields; the swamps, the larger bodies of ( Read more... )

It looks like just another highway in Mt. Pleasant, with all the concrete and the Jersey barriers and the tangle of piers and girders and beams and caps. Going up the proper ramp, the actual superstructure of the bridge is visible one mile away. But on Opening Day the only entrance to the empty bridge that was easily accessible to us was an off- ( Read more... )

You know parking in Charleston costs three bucks? In some places it costs five. Good thing we knew this to begin with. When the Grace bridge comes into Charleston it lands right on the corner of Lee and America streets. Most cars plow right through this intersection and take the up ramp to 17 and I-26. We took a quick left, passed under the ( Read more... )

The Pearman climbs 135 feet over Town Creek, dips underneath the new Ravenel bridge, and turns right, whence it rises again to the Cooper River span, 150 feet above MHT. Then it deposits the driver hard on the eastern bank of the estuary, where he has two options: exit into downtown Mt. Pleasant, or take the bypass. We took the bypass, crossing ( Read more... )

"The work which is likely to be our most durable monument, and to convey some knowledge of us to the most remote posterity, is a work of bare utility; not a shrine, not a fortress, not a palace, but a bridge ( Read more... )

You won't believe this!

You know about all this Greatest American stuff going on. Well, listen, know what some people voted the most accurate portrayal of life in the old West days?

F Troop!

The name of this poem is called "Kissing."

A man may kiss his wife goodbye,
The dew may kiss the butterfly.
The wine may kiss the frosted glass,
and you, my friend, may kiss my ass.