One of the floods we had washed the bridge out. It can be almost dry as a bone or it can be impossible to cross.

The challenge to Asia is to discard the dry, meatless bone of mysticism and fatalism.

Those who are attached to the True One have their filth washed away.

We know the construction won't last forever, but some nights we don't get to the (Newburgh-Beacon) bridge until almost 7. It just makes for a really long day.

There is not a racist bone in my dad's body. He doesn't even laugh at distasteful jokes.

If that truck had rolled off the bridge and into the creek, it's heavy enough that it would have crushed them both. They were in shock, there's no doubt about it.