It has been awhile since I wandered back into my old place viewing a beautiful world that appeared only in black and white; or so innocently a child might have thought. Imagine the many journeys that have begun or ended passing across this old bridge. Look closely, there is actually an old-timers truck crossing to the right as you read. I bet he is a farmer and going to sell his trade to those who live on the other side of the bridge. At one time a train journeyed over the strong metal pass through carrying goods across the quick flowing river below. I have always thought that times were simpler then, but I realize they were actually tougher.