The View from a Drawbridge

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

After graduating from high school, one of the first colleges I attended was Flagler College in St. Augustine, Florida, the “nation’s oldest city.” I’m using quotes because the Anasazi in Chaco Canyon would have been highly amused by this designation. Nevertheless, St. Augustine is a beautiful, historic town. But if you’re a student without a car …

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My grandfather was old school. Part of his ability to thrive in America after coming over from Denmark stemmed from his philosophy of wasting neither money nor time. So when the day came to teach his kids to swim there were no lessons at the YMCA for his children. Oh no. He just picked them …

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