On this day in the first administration of Grover Cleveland, Grandfather Farmer was born, a few blocks from the train station in a small town in Kansas. No planes had flown, no automobiles had been made, and no bridges crossed the Willamette River in Portland.
Over his 93 years he saw cars drive, planes fly, and spaceships go to the Moon and beyond. More prosaically, he saw the Fremont Bridge added to the other spans that cross the Willamette in Portland, from the St. Johns in the north to the Sellwood in the south.
I can't imagine what innovations of transport I might see, if I should live as long as he did. I suspect, however, that when I am 93, the Sellwood Bridge will still be awaiting replacement.