My old roommate, named MS from 30 years ago stopped by and
we reminded her of the old bridge she told us about,
Fred and I laughed about that bridge
periodically and the
story MS told.
She went for a drive
so many years ago, she was lost and had some sort of
out of body experience related to this bridge.
Well even funnier, MS remembered none of it,
we had gone all those years with a story forgotten
by the original storyteller.
That is sometimes how stories go.