I can see you’re an inquisitive crowd. I can tell it’s in your nature. You’ve been doing some serious thinking. You’ve willing to ask the tough questions. You can’t help yourself. I hear things. I know you’ve been asking ‘round—just exactly, what are bridge abutments for?
It’s a good question and I’ve got the answer for you. It’s not as simple as it seems. We both know that we can toss out the pedestrian and obvious civil engineering company-line claptrap. Who cares who’s supporting what? Bridge abutments are much more than a loosely affiliated pile of bricks. Come on. Here’s the real deal.
Those rising towers are nothing less than canvases for tortured and lonely souls who are trying to communicate with a harsh and beguiling world. So, when you see, as I have, the message "Doug Loves Judy" spray painted in large, black and sure letters twenty-five, thirty-five, fifty-five feet above the ground, you'll know that you're witnessing more than a simple declarative sentence, more than a mere memorandum of puppy love. You're seeing art. Art of the most exalted and highest nature.
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