The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together. ~Erma Bombeck
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Under the railroad bridge
I went down the hugely-in-need-of-repair river road. This is under the old train bridge. You can tell the Ohio River is up quite a bit.
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