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I remember crossing the Mississippi on one of these bridges — when it was two-way. They built a second span in the late 80s. It feels strange to be a driver on the bridge. I was only ever a passenger in a giant ~’73 Chevy Caprice. Pretty sure my parents bought that car from my Great Uncle Ray. Long time has passed but, partly, New Orleans still feels a little like home.

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