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Burning one's bridges to the past
Charles Willeford
May 07, 1973
He awaited retirement eagerly, a time to fish and feel the sun, but when it came, the old man on the highway span was sadly disillusioned
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May 07, 1973

Burning One's Bridges To The Past

He awaited retirement eagerly, a time to fish and feel the sun, but when it came, the old man on the highway span was sadly disillusioned

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I laughed. "You sound like a guy who doesn't like...." I didn't finish the sentence. In the morning my back muscles would ache, and the stiffness would bother me all day. My thumb and middle finger would be swollen and sore.

Without another word, and without keeping score, we grimly rolled about 10 lines before we earned enough manhood to call it quits and get the hell out of there.

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