At Last, The Bridge Came Falling Down By Barrett Seaman It could have been the Fourth of July—except that it was bathed in sunlight on a frigid mid-January day. Cars pulled off roads near vantage points and people streamed from their homes and offices from Sleepy Hollow to Irvington in anticipation of a very brief but spectacular display of fireworks as the entire eastern trestle of the old Tappan Zee Bridge was blown from its moorings and plunged into […]
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