Where is that confounded bridge?

Taking pictures of my empty house made me sad. Not because I'm emotionally attached to the house, mind you, but because the four years I lived in this fairy-tale setting were, in a word, perfect.

That and my children are now in Kansas. Taking pictures of their empty rooms also made me sad. I'm taking these pictures to ease their transistion, so they can see where Daisy, Mleko and Speedbump are staying temporarily, and pictures of the house now that it is empty as well as pictures of Grammie and Papa-Daddy.

So because the house was empty, and I was sad, and my folks weren't home, I drove to the ADC and started drinking Tony's beer.