Someone sent me a picture of this bridge and asked if I dared drive across it. Looks like a drive through my marriage when my mother's visiting.
My Mom visits every Christmas and I can't remember the last relaxed christmas I've had. Women are so territorial. If they were dogs, they'd be pissing all over the place.
We have peace, but it's a tense, uneasy peace, like at the Korean DMZ. Participants in our Six Party Talks comprise myself, the two dogs, my two daughters and one of the two antagonists. The dogs have turned out to be the best diplomats; saying as little as possible and wagging your tail a lot seems to be key in preventing any major international incident.
I've learned and emulated this winning strategy. One finds wisdom in the most unlikely places.