Jerry's View: Paying the piper
No one likes to pay the piper but our state is in dire need of some rehab on our bridges and roads. I don’t mind paying to cross Lake Washington or even the Narrows Bridge to get back from Gig Harbor. With all the talk lately of tolls and Good-To-Go passes on area bridges it reminded me of an earlier time.
As a Portland boy, born and bred, I am familiar with the ancient steel bridge that connects Vancouver with my hometown. As part of Highway 99 it was the only way to get to an occasional Sunday picnic alongside a rippling stream called Salmon Creek, about three miles from Vancouver. My dad had a battered 1918 Buick four-door, soft-top sedan.
He and Mom sometimes took me and my nine-year old brother and little sister on Sunday picnics.
I don't know the year but one Sunday, as our dad ordered, my sister and I hunkered down on the floor in the back seat under a tattered blanket as we stopped at the Portland tollgate. Brother Russ was in the back seat with his legs and feet concealing our bodies.
Dad saved ten cents on each of us. It was a little lumpy looking I suspect but the toll guard waved us through.