“Driving over the Chesapeake Bay Bridge stirs fear in the hearts of no small number of Baltimore and Washington residents, an anxiety that resumed its seasonal peak over the Memorial Day weekend and the start of the annual pilgrimage to the beach towns and quaint sailing harbors of the Eastern Shore.”
So starts a New York Times feature article in their Sunday edition. Read the full story here
Photo Credit: Matt Roth for The New York Times
FLETCHER R. HALL says
With the recent extrewmely high increase in bridge tolls, the State should provide this service. There are always State Police sitting at the bridge looking for something to do.
What better service to provide to Marylander’s and visitors alike.
Guess that possibility is to neighborly,, humane and revenue friendly for Gov. O’Malley and the hardhearted spenders who run Maryland. Just keep running it into the ground or the Bay, as the case may be.
George Shivers says
As a child on the Eastern Shore, I crossed the Bay many times with my parents on the car ferry. It was a great experience. I drove across the bridge for years in college and graduate school, then one day, our of the blue, had a panic attack, driving my young nephew home from his grandparents on the Eastern Shore. I haven’t driven across the bridge since. I long for the return of the ferry and given the number of people who suffer from the same phobia I do, I have little doubt that there would be no lack of passengers. Fortunately, my wife doesn’t mind driving over and since our relatives live on the Western Shore, it is essential to make frequent crossings. Before we were married, for a long time, the bridge employees would drive me across for free with a phone call ahead of time. The number of needy folks soon put an end to that service. I’m glad to see that there is a commercial service provider.
Kathleen James-Chakraborty says
Note that the NYT assumes that everyone who uses this bridge lives on the Western Shore and holidays on the Eastern Shore. What about those who live on the Eastern Shore and may simply not bother to cross it to leave. Growing up in C’town in the sixties and seventies, I knew plenty of these. Some would go north to Philadelphia; some just preferred staying put.