The View from a Drawbridge

The random musings of a bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.

There was a time, not so very long ago, when I could have told you the exact amount of cash I had in my wallet, down to the penny. I’d wake up in a cold sweat, wondering how I’d pay my bills, or what on earth I’d do if I became seriously ill with no …

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‘Twas a rainy Seattle morning, and I was looking forward to a nice quiet shift on the bridge. Most boaters would not be out in this muck. I planned to drink my green tea, write my blog, and just relax. Then a maintenance crew showed up. I had forgotten they were coming. No big deal. …

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