The View from a Drawbridge

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

Needless to say, there’s been quite a bit of debate going on about gun control in the wake of the tragedy in Las Vegas. The GOP would have us not talk about it. It’s not the appropriate time, they say. Well, when is the appropriate time? Seriously. How much blood has to run in the …

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I caught the tail end of an NPR story during my commute. It was about Alien Hand Syndrome, and it sent me scampering off to Google, because stuff like that fascinates me. Imagine having a body part with a mind of its own. (Okay guys, get your mind out of the gutter.) First of all, …

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Without a doubt, the absolute worst part about being a bridgetender is the jumpers. When I see someone attempting suicide, it leaves me feeling sick at heart. I truly believe that life is precious, and that no matter how awful it can sometimes be, the pendulum is bound to swing back the other way sooner …

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priv·i·lege ˈpriv(ə)lij/ noun privilege; plural noun: privileges synonyms:advantage, benefit a special right, advantage, or immunity granted or available only to a particular person or group of people. When I was a little girl, my mother took me to a special place. We stood in line. Then we went into this booth and drew a curtain. …

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Nothing makes me feel more bitter and cynical than feeling that I’m being treated unfairly. My mother would say, “Life isn’t fair.” Yeah, ma, I know. But that doesn’t give people a free pass to take advantage of that atmosphere and pile on. You still have the moral, ethical, and often legal obligation to do …

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A lot of guys do this thing that drives me absolutely up a wall. You ask a question. They answer without hesitation. They seem so sure of themselves. So you make a decision based on the information that was provided. Later when everything blows up in your face, you find out that they didn’t know …

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She lead me across the country and she helps me find my way around this new befuddling city of mine, so I’m really extremely dependent upon the voice that comes out of my GPS. I’m truly grateful for all she does for me. But there are also times when I want to slap her silly. …

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