Eads Bridge — Attraction in St. Louis

the experience i had here was too horrible to be put into words, but i will try my best even in my fragile state. on my way from missouri to illinois, i had to cross this bridge. when i was headed towards the bridge, i had no fear, as this was not my first time crossing a bridge. if anything, i was ecstatic to be on the bridge that i share a name with. as i was halfway across, i was met with horror. a man was standing, legs spread and arms waving, in the middle of my lane. i stopped in order to not shatter his skeletal structure. when i came to a complete stop, he came to my window and ordered me to step out of the vehicle. in fear, i did what the rascal said, stepped out of my car, and followed him to the edge of the bridge. the man proceeded to ask me for my id. once i handed him my id, he started yelling. he kept hooting and hollering like a banshee and yelling about how i was and eads and i needed to be punished for my wrongdoings. the strange man lifted me up, still hollering, and launched me over the edge of the bridge into the river. my frail body hit the water and my ribcage immediately crumbled. i could feel the pressure of the water against my lungs and i thought i was surely to die. in the river, i stayed for days. i was tossed and turned by the currents. i sat in the river, traumatized, with a shattered ribcage, and with nothing to indentify my corpse but my dental records since the man had kept my id. finally, after days in the river, i was able to get to the edge. when i reached the edge, i made it to a town called transylvania, somewhere in louisiana. a place where you dont want to be unless you want dracula to suckle you. in my weak state, i asked the first person i saw for help. this man looked at me, walked up to me, and started yelling just like the man at the bridge had. he grappled me up and ran me to the post office. he found a box big enough to hold me, which wasnt very big since at this point i was malnourished. i was tossed around in the box until eventually i was set on my head and i was knocked unconscious. when i awoke, i was on my front porch. im not sure how i ended up back home. these events were connected. my therapist says i should be good to go after another 3 months in the mental institute. they all say im crazy. they all think im sick in the head. do not go to the eads bridge if you are an eads. even if you arent an eads, i would not risk the eads bridge. god have...

Recommending a new (2024) book "Spanning the Gilded Age. James Eads and the Great Steel Bridge" by John K. Brown. Shows how great technical, financial, and bureaucratic obstacles were overcome in building the world's first steel structure (technical innovations that were utilized in the later Brooklyn Bridge), the longest rigid span of its day, the first span bridging the Mississippi below the Missouri confluence, and now the oldest surviving span (completed 1874) over the Mississippi. The bridge played a large role in St. Louis becoming a center of commerce and industry.

Your St.Louis Public Libraries has many copies...

This bridge is beautiful. This bridge has a story and history to be told. One of the first and most well built bridges in the area. You can drive on top of it as you cross the Mississippi river or you can go under it by taking a ride on the Metro. $5 ride all day from AirPort to Air Force.. If you are going to the Baseball game and in IL I suggest parking at a metro station and hop on. It takes you to the stadium..no traffic, no high priced parking. Plus an amazing view of the mighty Mississippi one of the Largest rivers...