If Ever You Decide You Should Go

I went to college in a beautiful town. Not just a gorgeous place, the people are really cool, too.

Today, reading the newspaper of my college town (though it is NOT a "college town" per se; its the World's Largest Inland Port, or used to be 50 years ago), there was a report on the conditions of the bridges in town.

I'll summarize for you. There are a LOT of bridges in the town. Two deficient bridges are no longer used, another deficient one was already undergoing repair.

And there are three that are "functionally obsolete." All three are on Seven Bridges Road.

Functionally obsolete just means that they're too narrow for two cars to pass on the bridge. And no one cares about that.

In college, the thing to do was get a car-full of people, each armed with 7 beers. Then you drove Seven Bridges Road, attempting to finish one beer for each bridge.

At the eighth bridge, which doesn't match the other seven--and yes, Seven Bridges Road actually has eight bridges, plus two more that are no longer allowed to be driven on, and no, I don't know why it's named that, other than it's a cool name, because it was a cool song--we'd usually have to pee.

But during daylight hours, Seven Bridges Road is just the best way to get to The Deeps. Did I say "best?" I meant "only." (If DoorKey reads this, he'd call me on that one.)

So if you ever decide you should go, bring 7 beers, toilet paper, maybe a swimsuit and towel. And some bug spray.