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Another story... Another time
This time it is Brandon, Phil and I. We all have danger in our eyes. In previous days Brandon tells stories of climbing and jumping between buildings. Usually on Wednesdays my teaching team (Brandon, Marni and I) take Route 3A to our school to teach. On route 3A there is an old train bridge and passenger bridge both constructed from iron. This night the passenger bridge is our target. We decide to climb to the top of it. We drive across the new bridge and scope the area. There is a church parking lot very near to an entrance. The center of the bridge (which would allow passage to a single car) is covered in snow. The right side of the bridge has place for pedestrians. This has wooden slats. This has some wooden slats. Others are missing. The danger originally contained in our eyes has spread to our limbs and is numbing the cautionary side of brains. The stretchers of bridge extend at a forty-five degree angle and can be fairly easily climbed if your shoes are well treaded and you pull our body up with your hands from the underside of the stretcher. Brandon is the first one to head to the top. Phil quickly follows. I hesitate for a moment, take a deep breath and take my chances. The iron is bitingly cold and the wind is quite a match. As I reach the top Brandon is crossing the bridge from the top side. Phil is seated. He looks somewhat scared. I am relieved. My whole body begins to shake as soon as I realize the height from which the two of us are perched. The river rushing below the bridge is flowing with ice chunks.
>>>>>>>> To Be Continued
This time it is Brandon, Phil and I. We all have danger in our eyes. In previous days Brandon tells stories of climbing and jumping between buildings. Usually on Wednesdays my teaching team (Brandon, Marni and I) take Route 3A to our school to teach. On route 3A there is an old train bridge and passenger bridge both constructed from iron. This night the passenger bridge is our target. We decide to climb to the top of it. We drive across the new bridge and scope the area. There is a church parking lot very near to an entrance. The center of the bridge (which would allow passage to a single car) is covered in snow. The right side of the bridge has place for pedestrians. This has wooden slats. This has some wooden slats. Others are missing. The danger originally contained in our eyes has spread to our limbs and is numbing the cautionary side of brains. The stretchers of bridge extend at a forty-five degree angle and can be fairly easily climbed if your shoes are well treaded and you pull our body up with your hands from the underside of the stretcher. Brandon is the first one to head to the top. Phil quickly follows. I hesitate for a moment, take a deep breath and take my chances. The iron is bitingly cold and the wind is quite a match. As I reach the top Brandon is crossing the bridge from the top side. Phil is seated. He looks somewhat scared. I am relieved. My whole body begins to shake as soon as I realize the height from which the two of us are perched. The river rushing below the bridge is flowing with ice chunks.
>>>>>>>> To Be Continued