Monday, April 16, 2007

Dee-Wayne's Sojourne

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous3:06 PM

    wow i really like this reminds me of a time in the 1960s in rural arizona when i was a kid. we would go to camp verde to see my grandparents and there was an old bridge called simply the black lane only and had been there as long as my mom could remember...she was born in camp verde in 1925....
    the light off the water slipping through the holes in the iron bridge bring me back to this wonderful time in my childhood.....thank you
    mel reid