The Gift (excerpt)
from The Gift, by V. Nabokov
One night between sunset and river
And what sobs made us suddenly shiver,
Talking to the Reporter On the Eve of My Retirement
by Sharon Wood Wortman
It’s as if I am the bridge everyone else has built.
holding everything together), its name is Ed,
Nor can I emphasize enough that my daily struggle
the caisson retrofitting that goes on
I would not want your readers to think
that story wouldn't hold water.
June 28, 2010
Stafford as a Bridge
by Sharon Wood Wortman
He made street lamps
6th Inning Stretch
by Sharon Wood Wortman with Ed Wortman
A producer from Fox Sports Network calls—will I sit in at PGE Park during a Beavers-Omaha inning? We’ll talk bridges in between the sixth’s double plays, knuckle balls, and pop flys. Fidgeting in the bleachers for the first five tops and bottoms, I begin to see our river spans as a World Series team of nine that includes the oldest vertical lift, the longest tied arch, the largest Rall bascule, a one-of-a-kind double-decker, and others with unique talents that play together in a way the fans of Portland get to go the distance. Ed, being an expert in playing positions, says Sellwood would have to be the manager, for the way it's over the hill. I put Hawthorne in as DH, designated hitter--the old girl might not run so fast, but she can still lift a deck with enough impact to keep the big and small wheels of this world at bay. The two retired jocks sit me down between them behind home plate and hand me a headset. St. Johns, our only suspension bridge, appears first on the screen. Since teams don’t have chaplains, I put St. Johns in as pitcher, for its curves, and multi-talented Steel the catcher, for the way it can hold Amtrak, MAX, pedestrians, people on bikes in cars in its big black mitt all at once. First base: BNSF 5.1, because it defends against runners coming through like a train. Newer members like Marquam, Fremont, and Morrison, with the youngest legs, play right, center, and left field. This leaves the sturdy and dependable Burnside and Broadway to cover second and third base. Last, what else but the flashy Ross Island as shortstop, for the way it cantilevers itself all over the place? The inning lasts a long time, along with my proposition that right here between the Tualatins and the Eastbank Esplanade live the Ted Williams, Jackie Robinson, Albert Pujols of bridges, the Ichiro Suzuki, Sandy Koufax, Willie Mays, of bridges, the Joe DiMaggio and Hank Aaron of bridges. The oh, Baby, Ruth of bridges. This being a very small stadium of a city, the announcer on my right says he studied bridges in the third grade at Alameda Elementary, I am guessing about 1978, the same year the Yankees once again out-championed the Dodgers. At the end of the sixth, we all shake hands, me swaggering off like I am a Major League clean-up hitter who’s picked up the pace of their statistics.
by Amira Shagaga
A bridge is like a relationship.
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