On a warm, quiet afternoon 100 years ago today, a couple of guys were playing cards in Henry Moesta’s bar at Jefferson Avenue and East Grand Boulevard, near the old Belle Isle Bridge.
“It was so quiet you could hear the ace drop on the card table every time Henry led with it,” George W. Stark recalled in the Detroit News.
Things changed unexpectedly – and in a hurry.
Out of nowhere, Moesta jumped up and rushed to the telephone. It was a little after 3 in the afternoon April 27, 1915.
“The bridge – the bridge is burning!” he screamed into the phone.