My family and I, all seven of us, had just moved from the city of Portland, Maine, to the beautiful suburbs of South Portland. Part of our journey took us over the Fore River bridge, which was called the Million-Dollar Bridge and which, as you will see, played a very important role in my life. The move to Portland just happened to coincide with my third birthday. On that glorious day, I received a shiny, sparkling new blue tricycle and I couldn't wait to use it. My mother asked me to go to the corner, about fifty yards from my house, and wait for our baby sitter, Charlene, who was coming from...