What the Bridge Says at Misfit’s Miscellany

My old walk to work used to take me over a bridge. Actually bridge isn’t even right because it wasn’t anything like the Brooklyn Bridge or the Gowanus Canal even. It wasn’t over some small brook or stream. It was over a highway full of exhaust fumes and noise. Still, each morning I would look at… Continue reading What the Bridge Says at Misfit’s Miscellany