They loved the restaurant because it was cozy, the
staff was friendly, the food was exquisite. It was walking distance from home,
so they treated themselves to a weekly treat- a block to the bridge, with the
restaurant right on the other side.
The bridge was always there, but never the same.
Sometimes a suspension bridge, or a covered bridge, once it was a railway
trestle.
Under the bridge, too, was unpredictable, sometimes rivers
or highways. The day it was a rope bridge with alligators snapping in a moat
below was memorable.
They liked how it kept their routine fresh.
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