You can follow the discussion on 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. without having to leave a comment. Cool, huh? Just enter your email address in the form here below and you’re all set.