Today was the 75th anniversary of the Golden Gate Bridge. I didn’t make it down to the festivities, but I was there in spirit. I went to the 50th anniversary, and would have liked to continue the tradition started by my grandmother in 1937, but I wasn’t up to facing the celebrating multitudes.
I love the Golden Gate Bridge. Everytime I come through the Rainbow Tunnel and see the spires rising above Marin, it takes my breath away.
I know I take her for granted, she’s usually a means to an end, but I’m glad I see her so often and know her so well. I’m glad she’s a symbol known around the world; I’m glad she’s a symbol of my hometown.