The View from a Drawbridge

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

“Hey, where was that place that you got all the cool used doors and grates and glass blocks for the house you used to own here in Jacksonville?” He asked. “Burkhalters,” I replied, and a tsunami of nostalgia washed over me. I absolutely love salvage yards. I don’t know why more people don’t take advantage …

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I used to know a guy who had a photo of a cat. “Cute cat,” I said, “What’s his name?” “I dunno. A pen pal sent that picture to me 30 years ago.” “Are you still friends?” “No.” “Then why are you keeping the photo of a long-dead cat that belonged to someone you no …

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Packing for a move is always an interesting experience. It gives you an opportunity to really look at all of your stuff. I often encounter things I had forgotten I have. And that makes me wonder why I still have those things. If I could live without them for this long, why am I holding …

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I have a friend who lives next to a very nice man. Unfortunately, he also happens to be a hoarder. His yard is full of junk cars, and his backyard looks exactly like that compound in Sacramento where the kidnapped Jaycee Dugard was held for 18 years. My friend says she’s never heard any signs …

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My Mall Dream

The View from a Drawbridge

When I was little, I used to fantasize about being locked in a mall after closing time. Of course, for this to work, none of the individual stores would be locked and there would be no security whatsoever. I’d get to spend the night going from shop to shop, getting anything I wanted for free. …

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My doctor was running late. (Aren’t they always?) So I found myself sitting in a waiting room with nothing good to read. Out of pure desperation, I began flipping through a fashion and style magazine. I figured that would be good for a laugh, and I was right. It never ceases to amaze me how …

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