Bridge No More

I previously blogged about the Bishop's Bridge. The bishop, to my disbelief, had begun to build a bridge onto my property and to drive a road through it. But eventually he complied (more or less) with earthly norms (municipal boundaries, and so on). With the recent floods, the bridge was totally destroyed. That's not funny -- it was a big bridge that he was already moving traffic over. Standing where his bridge once stood, I gave him a call: "Did you see your bridge?" (not that there was one to speak of). He laughed heartily. He said: "You can come and swim in my pool!"