I was walking across the Burnside Bridge in Portland last December when it was getting ready to open. A bell was ringing and someone was shouting from a tower but it didn’t dawn on me that this bridge opened and was opening now. I got across just in time.
I stood and watched for a while, thinking a tall-masted ship or something would come down the Willamette, but nothing came. They do this periodically, it turns out, just to keep it from rusting.