A Dark and Stormy Night

e hit the trail at about one o’clock. Charlie Levine, s new executive editor, had driven up to Jacksonville from Orlando to help me deliver the to her new, floating-dock-equipped marina, not far from Fernandina Beach. Shortly after our departure, however, the fates obtruded. As we approached the old, bascule-type railroad bridge in the midst of the city, the darn thing levered down