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There's a memory..and don't know that I've traversed the replacement. Thanks, Charles.
Hello James...It is as if we had just met on the viaduct. Good to hear from you.
When i was just a tike, ie, still wet behind the eyeballs to coin a phrase, I recall being afraid to walk over that bridge nextto the rail. Afraid of falling I guess and the person I was with(much older) was also afaid to walk on the inside. Since I was smaller, guess who had to take that position-me.Back and forth over that bridge on the way to the Majestic movietheater from ...ah, let's see if I can dredge up the name of thestreet on the South side of Butler-ah- South Street-now that wasn't that difficult was it? In any case, the family moved from SouthStreet before I could overcome my irrational fear of falling offthe bridge. I was institutionalized-moved to Institute Hill.There were other institutionalized kids there-one an Uncle ofJames-Dick Williams- who couldn't go out on a Saturday morningto play until he completed washing the steps leading to the cellar.And if James ever gets back there, be sure to look under the porchof the Fourth Street home. That is where all those extra war time Post Gazettes were tossed tightly rolled up, protected for posterityor 2020 which ever comes first.
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