I thought I caught a glimpse of something underneath the railroad bridge to my right. I craned my head down and there it was. The old bridge, sitting all by it’s lonesome in a cornfield on the other side of the railroad tracks.
I thought I caught a glimpse of something underneath the railroad bridge to my right. I craned my head down and there it was. The old bridge, sitting all by it’s lonesome in a cornfield on the other side of the railroad tracks.
