A Bridge Too Scar: Whitewashing History
Kirk Reeves playing a trumpet on Hawthorne Bridge.
TriMet is the public agency that provides transportation services (commuter rail, light rail, bus and streetcar) for most of the Portland, Oregon, metropolitan area.
That opening line just screams excitement, right? Stay with me, intrepid reader. We are embarking on a torrid journey of governmental lunacy and polishing turds. Remember, it’s important for us lowly idiots to know how things really work.
This organization really got on my radar recently during the naming process for a new bridge spanning the mighty piranha-filled Willamette River that’s currently under construction. Because, as we all know, the most important characteristic about a bridge is its name. This is followed closely by how many years of neglect it takes before it fails with lots of people on it. Let’s face it. Maintenance is not exactly humanity’s strong suit.
The TriMet decided to enlist the public’s help in naming the bridge. And that’s where things decidedly jumped the rails. And I’m here to tell you about it because, amazingly, their own official website has whitewashed the whole thing from history. It’s almost like it never happened…
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The Dog Days of Bummer
Hot dog, I get to write about politics. If that’s a good thing then why do I suddenly feel so depressed?
Whatever. Like always, I will doggedly chase down the story.
Here’s what we know so far:
Two gentlemen woke up one day, looked in the mirror, and said, “I like the cut of that man’s gib. I think, in all decent modesty, that fellow would make a fine President of the United States.” So right off the bat it was painfully obvious the two men were chock full of their own egos and a skosh delusional.
The two gentlemen then decided to settle the matter in a very mature way. They met in Pokémon Stadium.
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Shouts from the Abyss 
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