All right, my bracket is busted all to hell and my “baseball quiz” put readers into a somnambulant state. I’ve strayed from my normal course here on A News Cafe and was, rightly, devoured by the giant, gilled serpents that live on the blogosphere’s edges. As Blind Blake said, “I won’t do dat no mo’.” I have learned my lesson. From here on out it’s back to the tried and true formula of just making stuff up. So here it goes:
I have three friends who say they have never visited the Sundial Bridge. Now, in one’s defense, they live in Poughkeepsie and have never been to Redding, so I’ll cut them some slack. The other two, however, live in Shasta County. One friend simply refuses to step foot on the bridge because he’s a complete nut-job and is convinced that the bridge is actually an airstrip for alien spacecraft. What a rube. If he weren’t my lawyer I’d have him committed.
The other friend refuses to see the bridge on general principle. They’re one of the naysayers that thinks $20 million for what appears to be an over-sized prop for Harpo Marx is beyond the pale of all that is holy and decent in the world. In other words, they’re just being a stubborn old poot.
Now, I understand New Yorkers who have never seen the Statue of Liberty, I mean, sure. But, this is Redding. It’s not like, “Oh, I meant to visit the bridge today but I got caught up at the Guggenheim, tomorrow, for sure.”
A bucket of balls at Aqua Golf is a great time, but it ain’t The Met. (For the record, I love Aqua Golf, it’s just tough to generate a swing on your second shot off the tee unless you’ve got the current working for you. But, I quibble.)
Now that the bridge has been with us awhile, I can’t imagine what life would be like without it. Crossing the river would certainly be a damper undertaking, and you’d probably have to play an iron from Turtle Bay. Besides, I love the bridge. It’s a good excuse for not visiting the Guggenheim. Though I hear New York has a heck of a statue. Nobody’s seen it, but it’s supposed to be nice.
