The View from a Drawbridge

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

On the last day of 2012, I have a confession to make. I watched Mr. Rogers Neighborhood to an embarrassingly old age. It was my dirty little secret. I told no one. It was something for just the two of us. Every day I’d tune in to the only father figure I had. He would …

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