Fix Our Bridge

The other day, I’m grabbing lunch with some old gray-beard buddies from Fort Meade. You know the type—salt-of-the-earth patriots who’ve spent decades keeping America safe from things that go bump in the night. These guys don’t whine. They don’t make videos. They don’t tweet their feelings with a sad-face emoji. They just do their jobs. Imagine that, Maryland! People who actually work for a living.

One of ‘em, a Dundalk boy through and through, lays this on me: before the Francis Scott Key Bridge turned into a tragic pile of rubble in March 2024, his commute was a breezy 30 minutes. Now? It’s an hour-plus. Each way. Every. Single. Day. This guy’s got a wife, two kids, a mortgage, and a part-time gig just to keep the lights on. He’s chasing that old-school American Dream—y’know, the one where you work hard, pay your bills, and maybe have enough left for a beer on the weekend.

But here’s the million-dollar question—or should I say five-billion-dollar question: What’s our esteemed Governor Wes Moore doing to get this guy’s commute back to normal? Because last I checked, it’s late 2025, folks. The bridge collapsed over a year and a half ago, and the only thing moving faster than traffic on I-695 is the price tag. Two billion dollars? Ha! Try five billion now. Five billion! For that kinda cash, we could rebuild Baltimore, pave the moon, and throw in a monorail to Ocean City. But no, we’re still waiting on one bridge.