OLD WAY NEW WAY

Walked the dogs on "grandma's property " this morning. The old wooden bridge used to sit on the concrete on the left. The newer concrete bridge is on the right. I spent a lot of days under that old bridge. Many Saturday mornings I would catch a couple of trout, take them home and fry them up. When I would run away from home, I would come here. I would sit there and wait for a young maiden to float down stream on a raft, and then take me with her.