Driving down to Key West, you run over seven mile bridge. The road is great: phenomenal views, sunshine, palm trees and a relaxed feel. To one side, you can see sections of the old, semi derelict bridge. Some of it has collapsed into the sea. Long sections are isolated, cut at both ends, home now to pelicans and cormorants who perch on the rusting rails. Some parts have been renovated and now house fishermen, competing with the pelicans for a meal.
Progress is always about change, but not necessarily throwing out the old. Somethings we repurpose, some we adapt, some we preserve as part of our heritage, because knowing where we came from is as important as knowing where we are going.