Nightmare on the Mississippi River Bridge


(Editor’s note:  The deluded diva was undergoing treatment at a psychiatric facility in the Delta, suffering from post traumatic stress disorder after being forced to drive across the Mississippi River Bridge, a torture no one should have to endure.) By Sunday evening, she had been brought home but we can’t coax her out of the corner where she is sucking her thumb.  She can’t seem to relax and has destroyed her new Invasiline braces by gritting her teeth too tightly.

She had volunteered to drive to Shreveport on Thursday without completely thinking the trip through to its completion.

Yes.  You must cross the Mississippi River to get to Shreveport (by way of Arkansas) and she has never been able to drive across a bridge, except the Tombigbee  River -but she learned to do that when she was 13 and they took out Barton’s Ferry.

No such luck with the winding rickety old bridge which connects Mississippi to Arkansas at Greenville.  The thing is barely wide enough for two golf carts much less an 18 wheeler and the oversized SUV she was trying to hold in between the lines the width of a pocket camera.

She slowed to the speed of 1.5 miles an hour and jerked with every horn that blared. She is still jerking. A new bridge is being constructed but she will probably never cross the Mighty Mississippi again.

One thought on “Nightmare on the Mississippi River Bridge

  1. There are three roads to ruin; women, gambling, and golf. The most pleasant is with women, the quickest is with gambling, but the surest is with golf. Agree? 🙂

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