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| She passed me at Custer Park as I picked up some trash. Not often I see another runner. |
A new week, a new route. I've gone north often and it usually includes a westerly start. Last week I turned south for a different look at my town. Today it seemed right to head east. That included a few blocks to the north to hit a stride and find a long street that would reach Farnham Street. Many of the east-west streets are cut off by tracks before they get there and I wanted to cross the Farnham Street bridge.
The old bridge, of course, was way cooler. It was a steeply arched wooden structure that rumbled when you drove over it, not unlike the old Fourth Street bridge over the hump yards on the south side. I believe one of my grandpas had a hand in building the latter. Both have been replaced by modern concrete spans that lack character but gain serviceability.
The old bridge, of course, was way cooler. It was a steeply arched wooden structure that rumbled when you drove over it, not unlike the old Fourth Street bridge over the hump yards on the south side. I believe one of my grandpas had a hand in building the latter. Both have been replaced by modern concrete spans that lack character but gain serviceability.
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| This lonesome bike has been locked to the fence across from Cottage Hospital for an eternity. |
I stopped atop the Farnham bridge when I saw a westbound BNSF train approaching, hoping to get a photo from the high angle over the tracks. I waited for the right moment, but alas, I pushed the up arrow to adjust the exposure instead of the OK button to take the photo. Stupid phone cam. OK, no the phone's fault, obviously; stupid operator. I got a second chance later on Main Street, though, when I was cut off by another train. I looped around along Pearl, Ella and Lincoln streets to bide my time and keep moving until I could cross the tracks.
The time-killer was perfectly timed. And I gained 6 cents and a lighter on Ella. I was pleasantly surprised by the lighter. I've come across many a Bic on my travels, either smashed to bits by a car tire or empty and rusted. This one lighted on the first roll of the wheel and a shake proved it to be nearly full. Come on, baby, light my fire!
The time-killer was perfectly timed. And I gained 6 cents and a lighter on Ella. I was pleasantly surprised by the lighter. I've come across many a Bic on my travels, either smashed to bits by a car tire or empty and rusted. This one lighted on the first roll of the wheel and a shake proved it to be nearly full. Come on, baby, light my fire!
Today's StatsTemp: 59 degrees F
Distance: 3.5 miles
Treasure: 1 Bee Drug-Free pencil; 1 nickel; 1 penny; 1 Bic lighter, yellow, full; 14 cans.
iPod Playlist (shuffle)
Haitian Divorce - Steely Dan
Rock The Boat - Hues Corporation
Rock You Like A Hurricane - Scorpions
T.A.P.O.A.F.O.M. (Fly Away) - George Clinton & The P-F All-Stars
You're My Home - Billy Joel
Goody Two Shoes - Adam Ant
Mary's Place - Bruce Springsteen
100 Years - Five For Fighting
Hoodoo Man Blues - Buddy Guy
The Bed's Too Big Without You - The Police
Haitian Divorce - Steely Dan
Rock The Boat - Hues Corporation
Rock You Like A Hurricane - Scorpions
T.A.P.O.A.F.O.M. (Fly Away) - George Clinton & The P-F All-Stars
You're My Home - Billy Joel
Goody Two Shoes - Adam Ant
Mary's Place - Bruce Springsteen
100 Years - Five For Fighting
Hoodoo Man Blues - Buddy Guy
The Bed's Too Big Without You - The Police
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