There is no way to give up San Francisco, once you have fallen under its spell. You keep longing for the magic, and now and then, when the wind and the light are right, and the air smells ocean-clean, and a white ship is emerging from the Golden Gate mist into the Bay, and the towers are reflecting the sun’s last rays—at moments like that you turn to the ghosts and ask, “Was this the way it was?” and there is never an answer… —excerpted from Hoppers Hands—Who is Hopper?
Those of us of a certain age will remember veteran newsman, Charles Kuralt, and his show, On The Road. In conjunction with the 50th Anniversary of the Golden Gate Bridge (1987) he interviewed 3 men who helped build the bridge.
I love listening to them talk about their experiences and “what it was like.” After working on the bridge for 15 years I have my own stories, and they are not that different from what these men experienced.
Working at great heights, in the fog and wind, on something that is constantly in motion, tends to get all your synapses firing. Your sensory input is high and your brain is flooded with messages from all of your nerve endings.
And then there’s the view. Do you want to talk about Hi-def? This is the original High-Def, most def.
My favorite time at work was whenever we were on top of a tower and the fog moved in below us. The noise of the roadway fades away. On a sunny day up top it was as if you were afloat in a bowl of milk.
Let’s listen to the men who built an engineering marvel.