When Sue and I drove through the Great Smokey Mountains on that foggy Monday last month, we passed through a number of short tunnels. As we approached the outlet the fog filled the air with a soft glow. As we cleared the exit the trees and pavement emerged from the fog into view again. It was a pleasant sensation.
I hope it is proper to post a tunnel on bridge Sunday. To my thinking, a tunnel is a bridge pulled inside out.
Retired American Airlines programmer, married to Susan, between us are 7 children and 15 grandchildren. Attended Wagoner High School, BS from Oklahoma State, MS from University of Tulsa, cradle Episcopalian, my hobbies are photography and tending roses.