Last night as I was leaving the city of Milwaukee via I-94, I drove underneath a footbridge near 73rd street, and I smiled. You may be wondering, "Why in the hell would a bridge make someone smile?" Well, I'll explain...
Bridges used to mean nothing to me. They were just structures made of cement and steel that I would use to drive over a river, or to walk over a highway. This was true until noise of rain invited me to hold one of his light up recall signs with the overpass light brigade in Madison, Wisconsin about a month ago. We held the signs on a footbridge over East Washington Ave. during rush hour.
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I also helped hold one of the signs in Milwaukee on a footbridge over I-94 near 73rd St.
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This is why I smile whenever I see a bridge now. My mind wanders back to those times where I stood on a bridge in the cold, holding one of the signs that spelled out "recall" as cars rushed by down below, honking either in support or in anger; it was hard to tell the difference between the two. I am reminded of the people I met while on these bridges, some of whom I've become close friends with, and some of whom I may never see again. I am reminded of the conversations we had, which usually were focused on politics. And I am reminded of the fact that Scott "1%" Walker has done one good thing since he's been in office: He has brought together many people all over the state of Wisconsin who normally wouldn't have met had it not been for him. So thank you, 1% Walker, for the friends I've made in the past year, and for causing me to smile whenever I see a bridge.
