The View from a Drawbridge

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

The Stink Eye

The View from a Drawbridge

In order to get to my designated parking space here at work on the drawbridge, I have to drive along the bike lane for the whole length of the movable span. Most people are used to this, or don’t care. But every once in a while someone gives me a dirty look. And in Seattle, …

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I have always been fascinated by transformations. The shedding of skin. Caterpillars to butterflies. Pollywogs to bullfrogs. Puppies and kittens to dogs and cats. Aging and maturing and the passage of time in all its many forms. There is something beautiful about becoming who you were always meant to be. For some reason, in humans …

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Tell me: when a conversation starts that way, is there any chance of it going well? And can a person who is that tactless and cruel really think that he or she has all the answers? It beggars the imagination. The way I see it, we are all like icebergs. Only the very tip of …

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Well, I Never!

The View from a Drawbridge

I overheard someone say that the other day. I’ve probably heard it a thousand times in my life without really giving it much thought. But the fact is, never is a very long time. You never… what exactly? …heard anything so outrageous? Poppycock. We are living in an increasingly outrageous world. You may have blocked …

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Root Causes

The View from a Drawbridge

Scene: Shoppers witness a security guard wrestling a man to the ground for attempting to steal some lunch meat. They are glad that this criminal got caught. Serves him right. Justice prevails. One lone voice offers to buy the lunch meat for the man, and is the subject of ridicule. Meanwhile, no one has asked …

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