Twelve years ago this month a bridge was named in honour of my father. Seven years ago this week The Age ran a story of mine about the bridge. The original story was nearly 1200 words. I had to quickly get it down to 600.
Here’s an excerpt from the published story:
My father’s bridge is just 11 metres wide. It is found by a short and narrow track about 200 metres inland from the Great Ocean Road, between Anglesea and Lorne.
Since the bridge opened seven years ago, I have wanted to ask what might appear to be an ungrateful question: would the bridge have been named after my father if he had not died just a few months earlier?
The answer is “no”, but the answer is like the question: it doesn’t matter.
And here’s the final version: The Age, 30 August 2007
Vin Maskell 