The Key Bridge is gone. A new Baltimore Harbor bridge will do more than cross over water.

When I was 10, my family moved to Ocean City north of the bridge. It was the only way into town at the time, and even after a slender, white ribbon of a bridge opened a few years later, the concrete slab at the eastern end of Route 50 remained the Ocean City bridge in almost everyone’s mind. That was still true even after it was named for the bombastic, white-belt-and-shoes mayor I covered in my first reporting job, Harry Kelley.