Always nice to see a view of the old Dunn Memorial Bridge, named in honor of posthumous Congressional Medal of Honor recipient Parker F. Dunn, Morton Avenue’s bravest son. But it’s also nice to see the kinds of messages people used to spend a penny to send:
“Thats a railroad bridge that I go across on Bob”
Of course, it was never a railroad bridge. He may have been confusing it with the Maiden Lane bridge just to the north, which carried the tracks over the river to Union Station.
In 1971, the old Dunn blew up real good.