I'm really excited about it. Who knows after ten years or so, I will be able to afford to start looking for a wife." Oh, I hope it doesn't take that l...ng." I hope not either. Just think of all the likely prospects I would have to pass up in ten years. Anything new going on with the cabin?" Yes there is. The contractor hired a demolition crew to go in and knock down that mess I tried to build. God how stupid I was to try to build something myself. There is an excavating crew coming in to dig a. My shoulders and hips bore mostly healed scraped from where I'd squeezed through narrow spaces trying to elude my attacker and bruises added more color in various other places. When I tipped my head forward to examine an area on my shin, small slivers of glass fell and I realized my black hair was full of shards that had probably sliced my scalp up, too. In short, yet again, I was a blood mess."Can I not go a week without something happening to me?" I asked my reflection grumpily while reaching. It was an early spring evening in March and it was a Friday. My friends and I were hanging out together at the 'Old Bridge.' The Old Bridge was a part of the road where we lived which was off the beaten track. It was no longer functional and the bridge was surrounded by woods. There were no street lights and during the spring and summer nights we would lay down on the bridge wall and stargaze. There were no cars or adults and was mainly a place for us teens to hang out. It was only 2 minutes. I know you remember hearing about him from your mom and dad but he was gone long before I was born. And now I get to meet and talk with him. Jim knows things about our family’s history from personal experience, not from a genealogy chart.’ William sat for a minute thinking about his memories of ‘Grandpa Jim’. He smiled and said, ‘From the stories I heard growing up, he surely did lead an exciting life. It’ll be good to hear them from someone that was there.’ They went to the kitchen and William.