Fingerprints — a Memoir

“Fingerprints” is a term that bridge workers use to describe what happens as we instinctively reach out and grab the nearest solid object that we can hold onto when we unexpectedly slip, slide, or fall on the bridge. We say that we grabbed the bridge so hard that “we left our fingerprints” out there.
—Allan G. Smorra

This memoir will trace the path that led me to becoming an electrician and eventually leaving my “fingerprints” on the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, California.

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  8 comments for “Fingerprints — a Memoir

  1. Pan
    February 13, 2016 at 5:08 am

    I found your fingerprints, and have to get my workday started. GRRRRRRRR..
    I will be back, from what I’ve read on your blog leading up to finding this treasure trove of reading, I know I will immensely enjoy it 😊

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    • February 13, 2016 at 5:12 am

      Keep both eyes on the road today, Pan. I hope that you enjoy my story when you have the time to read it.
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      • Pan
        February 13, 2016 at 5:40 am

        Yes, there’s enough people reading while driving.. grrrrrrr.. One of my pet peeves out here.. Too often people end up authoring thier own tragedy by reading/texting while driving.. 😕

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        • February 13, 2016 at 2:26 pm

          Some drivers used to scare the _ out of me when I worked in the lanes on the GGB. Short attention spans + no clue = certain trouble.
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  2. February 7, 2014 at 12:53 pm

    Allan, I love that quote below the photo of the bridge. I so needed to read that today. I don’t know what made me click on that Fingerprints photo in the footer, but I’m glad I did.

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  3. April 1, 2013 at 12:02 pm

    Being from California, and crossing the bridges, I always admired (still do), those individuals with the guts to work in the various conditions!!! My husband is a retired engineer for Xcel Energy (Public Service Co in Denver), for their power lines. I admire the individuals that climb the poles. All very risky business!!!!! Kudos to you Allan!!!!!

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    • April 2, 2013 at 8:48 am

      Thanks, Lavern. We lived in outside Grand Junction, in Western Colorado, back in the late ’70s/early ’80s. The entire state smelled like Christmas year-round with all the Blue Spruce trees in the mountains.Thanks for stopping by.
      Allan

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