A bridge, empty as can be in the night with only a few lights showing dimly; gleaming off broken glass on the road. Quiet murmurs of cars going and coming in neighborhoods don’t quite reach this bridge’s ears. Remembering its two hundred year history it beams with a smile.
This bridge has felt every car manufactured since the late 1800’s in the United States. From Olds Motor Vehicle Company to the brand new 3500Z Hover-Made Nissan rolled their wheels to air wheels. The old bridge was content with its life so far. Seeing all of the generations of humans come and go, never having feelings here nor there for them. What is the next type of human that will come along?
It used to be top hats and generosity. Caring for one another and the rest of human kind was a steeple of human kind. The 1920’s brought happiness and partying. Humans sung and danced and treaded lightly on their feet. Holding hand and hand they would attend movies together and travel over me to get there. Then came a disaster for human kind, they would tread over me clumsily. They moped and pouted and saved everything they had. After they started to pick back up on spirits a nasty piece of human work came about.
They called it a world war. Sadness struck the hearts of the Americans. Their brothers and sisters came and went on those flying machines in the sky. Those that traveled under me must have gotten a lift in spirit because they would be smiling as they rolled down the river underneath me. Maybe their spirits picked up because they realized their achievements so far. Then we moved into the 40’s together and the people of America brightened up but they had to kill people to do it.
Sayings like, “go up to your kind policemen; he’ll tell you where to go,” came about. This was one of those strange sayings that didn’t last very long. Human wishes increased as time went by and another saying to those young fools in school I heard once as a family crossed the river below me. “If wishes were fishes, then we’d all have a fry,” which I found funny because of all of the smiling fishes below me.
The 50’s were much the same as the 40’s but their cars started to become fun and powerful. Some people tried to race over me and sometimes got caught by those nice policemen. Those racers were gangs of humans in disguise. On different levels they came in small groups that fought one another, although they were one in the same.
Then flower power came. Some of the nice humans planted flowers near my feet and put some on my head. Their cars became faster and cooler. I especially liked the late 60’s when it comes to those wonderful moving cars. Oh, did the 68 Chevelle show me what humans were made of.
Can you dig it man? That phrase was a favorite in the next decade. Racism was dying down in some areas but picking up in other areas. Peace if only they could hold it would show how powerful they really were capable of.
Then there were the scary looking humans who carried large boom-boxes and spiky, weird hair to go across my stones. The cars were fuglier then the 70’s and that is saying something. When awesome, bad and airhead were popular terms that the people used to one another. Oh my, what a life indeed.
In the 90s women wore foot ball player style shoulder pads for a while. Then the cars became sleeker. There were other problems in the 90’s since all the humans stay in gangs of religion and thought. Wars broke out over what they help run their vehicles with. I don’t see why they can’t just find an alternative source. If only they knew all the energy sources right here on their own planet.
Scary as it is Americans went crazy in the 2000’s at the turn of the century. They were scared of their own shadows. It was quite funny and made me rumble. Although they were attacked which people died and was sad. You would think they would have patients since they built things like me that stood the sands of time and was as patients as a stone….ha ha my little joke.
Boy did the humans get a shock in the 2010’s. But because I am talking to those in the past we will save that as a surprise for you. Just know that I survived and you will be better off. I must go to sleep now and watch the rest of human history soon. Have a good one everyone who read this writing of mine.
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