really missed my daddy today

(The door that closes off the trail. It's open from 8-8.)

Heaven knows I am not sentimental. Far from it. I rarely cry at movies. And I think I've never cried at a  wedding or funeral. If I fall, I dust my self off and keep walking.

Today was the big opening of the Hoover Mason Trestle. Unless you are a new reader, you know about this project. It's a linear elevated park at the former Bethlehem Steel. The HMT no longer goes to the ore pit. There is a casino there.

They announced this project maybe three years ago and I've been waiting ever since. I have been beyond excited. I hate development (excuse me, where will the food grow?), but I am a huge fan of RE-development.  There is enough redevelopment potential in my area that open space shouldn't be touched. But I digress.

The HMT is 6 or 7 blocks from where I work. I left early and walked down there. I took my trusty 2 megapixel iPod Touch. Version 1. It took 96 pictures. Heaven knows what I would have done with a real camera.

The grand staircase. AKA a sculpture you can walk on. Don't worry Barb (and Dave), that grey tower in the back is an elevator. Barb, when you arrive in July, you are going!

 (The whole staircase.)

 There are gardens. And nobody is hauling water up those stairs. There is irrigation.

Then there are these signs. Telling all about the Steel. How it was made, the people that worked there ect. That's when I start missing my daddy. He'd love this place. We'd spend half the day there telling stories about these rusting furnaces, and the people that worked in them.

I wouldn't have doubted that his BFF Frannie Weiskopf would have joined us. Then, it would have taken a whole day!

(Oh, that URL takes you no where. Oops.)

I wonder if you go up there at night if there are ghosts. A lot of people died horrible deaths there. And that's without the strikes.

 This is the middle section. Pretty straight.

This is a view into one of the buildings. Row after row after row of these machines. Maybe it's the Machine Shoppe? There is also a staircase here.

 Looking down on the children's playground at ArtsQuest.

A bench. Sleek and modern. Everything is sleek and modern and it contrasts so well with the rust and decay. I fear now that it's open the spray paint will begin to appear. There must be security cameras, but they are well hidden.

 The end of the trail, for now.  It's maybe a 1/2 mile total. There is a staircase here.

Headed back to the Grand staircase.

The Bethlehem Press took my photo coming down the stairs. 

And I was late for work.

After work I went back.  I'm sure the novelty will wear off shortly.

I might have to go to Musifest—south side. I bet it's going to be amazing to look down on it.