The iconic First Street Bridge, which spans the Los Angeles River between downtown and Boyle Heights, was reopened to the public yesterday after a years-long widening project.
Dating to the late 1920s, the bridge has been a fixture in the lives of generations of the mostly Latino Eastside residents who cross it on a daily basis as they head west to work, then back home again. Along with a series of nearby bridges, it spans not only the concrete-lined river, but one of the city's most tangible divisions of culture and class.
In a post Monday, I asked readers to share a bit about the role the bridge has played in their lives. Here's what Erick Huerta, aka blogger and Boyle Heights local El Random Hero, wrote:
One of the things I’ll always miss is the art all over the river. Riding my bike over the bridge on an almost daily basis, different times of the day, it was panoramic to say the least.
Catching the reflection of the sun off the DTLA sky scrapers, hearing the hum of the river after it rains, and feeling the breeze as you make you way across. Not to mention that I always give a stink eye to hipsters trying to have photo shoots once in a while.
What are your memories of crossing the First Street Bridge, or any of the bridges spanning the L.A. River between downtown and the Eastside? What do they represent for you?