In Spring the sun gets hot. The shad run the Delaware and the fisherman, sports cars and the flowers come out. The order isn’t carved in stone.
In the evening sun, a young lady wearing a cloth World War 1 aviators flying cap with long blond hair trailing behind, drove an MG TD, its paint faded brown and probably dating from its manufacture in the early ’50’S , across the bridge proving nothing particular other than life goes on splendidly both on old rivers and old river’s bridges.
