Opinion : The old Iron Monster

A grainy picture of the old Bridge

The other night while driving into town, I came to the bridge and headed across.  The routine trip across the bridge brought back memories of crossing the bridge so many times when I was a kid. 

The difference now is crossing it seatbelted in an upright position.  Many times we'd take a trip and head back into town and talk about the stars I saw out the back window, while laying in the back window, or be talking about who knows what.

But every time when I saw the metal of the bridge, I knew we were back home, and it was time to collect my things from the back seat because we would home in less than 2 minutes.

It's the little things like that that trigger the "home" feeling.  Anyway, driving across the new bridge, I missed the sleeping in the back window of the old Ford, the long chats from my backwindow perch, and oddly enough I realized, I missed the old bridge.

If anyone has any clearer pictures of the structure, I'd love to see them!