I don’t know how many times I’ve driven across the Francis Scott Key bridge. A thousand, at least. Probably as many times as I’ve sailed beneath it. Last time I laid eyes on it, I was standing on the ramparts at Fort McHenry, getting a history lesson from Ranger Vince. I suspect his heart is broken this morning, like so many others. My deepest condolences to those who lost loved ones.
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