Well, the bridge on my street may be open, if only in a jerry-rigged and temporary way, but the one in the last post with the historic triple-arch (built in 1822, with no mortar!) I just found out is closed indefinitely. Which makes getting across town, to, say, the dump (sorry, 'recycling center') to pick up compost for the garden a real pain in the ass; the quickest detour makes the journey (usually a mile and a quarter) at least five or six miles. Not fun. Another old bridge, hard by a dam that was threatening to let out, is also out of commission, as one of the slabs shifted and collapsed, leaving a rather large gap. And today they announced that a third bridge has been closed, over on the other side of town.
As a selectman said, my town is now a place 'where you can't get there from here.'