Bridges
I wonder what is the fascination with China and bridges. They had famous ones since the beginning of time and now have the longest trans-sea bridge, but not for long, because in a year or two a trans-oceanic bridge that crosses several seas will be finished, bridging Shanghai and whatever-Zhou (there are many sound-alike places that end with Zhou. Su zhou and Xu zhou for instance are 240 miles apart.) When I went to Macau last week, there were two massive bridges connecting it (I think) to HK.
Actually this post has nothing to do with China. I am going to write about Bridges of Madison County. I saw a DVD lying around our office and decided to watch it in full for the first time. It’s so heart breaking. If Francesca stays, she knows she will lose the love of her life. If she follows her heart, she knows she may destroy that love too. Either way she won’t be happy.
What I find more intriguing is the time it took for them to realize they are MFEO. Four days. Four sunrises and he knew his life’s work was all but a pathway leading to her. Four sleeps and she knew she will never be the same again. Melodramatic. I wonder if these whims of fate are really possible.
Anyway, there is a nice quote from Clint Eastwood: “This kind of certainty comes but once in a lifetime.”
I can so relate. Last week in Hongkong. I saw this pair of blood red patent lace up ankle boots at Morgan. I had absolutely no more money and it hurts so much. I took out my credit card, took a deep breath, and wore it limping.
