This morning, I euphorically drove over the newly opened Minisa Bridge. You might wonder what the big deal is unless you’ve been forced to find new routes to and from home every day for months on end.
After I crossed the bridge, I looked ahead on 13th Street and saw there was a train. In years past, this would have led to considerable grumbling on my part followed by a frustrating — and sometimes failed — effort to get around the train. Now, though, the relatively new train overpass lets me sail right through.
And today at noon when I go to pick up my lunch date at Fidelity Bank, I won’t have to take a circuitous route because Waterman behind the Eagle is now open after repairs.
I probably complain as much or more as anyone else about what happens in Wichita and the sometimes seemingly poor choices city leaders make. But I’ve got to hand it to them this time. I appreciate the progress.
Now, if we can just speed construction at Douglas and Hillside, I’ll be a happy woman.