The Death Bridge

I'm visiting at my mother's today, so I'm out of my element and feeling the strangeness of the surroundings. I have my dog here too, and she's busy staying with me, intensely. But she's a good girl!

This place of course wasn't always strange to me, since I grew up right here. It's my own stomping ground.

The neighbors are mostly different than they were when I was a kid.

I'm less than a mile from a bridge where someone crashed into it, and my dad was the guy on the scene who helped get the body out. Now that I think of it, though, the bridge has been torn out and replaced since then. But it's the same spot where the death occurred.

It's great to be home.