I Did Not Do It

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I Did Not Do It - Temptation is never too far distant. but when you get to be of an age, temptation becomes of a lesser bother. That is; a person is able to know, scarcely without a second thought, "No. You don't do that." So it was as I made the day's mobility scooter ride on my favorite trail through the area that I found my friends, the maintenance guys busy at work, re-painting "my" liitle red bridge to somewhere. Brand new, bright red paint. That was no big deal for the little electric scooter. A sharp right turn, over the grass, just a little way along the main road, back over the grass and onto the trail once again. Nothing to it. Later on, after the men had gone elsewhere on the round of chores, the bridge to somewhere now shining with its new coat of bright red paint, back I came down the path. Once again, over the grass, a short run on the main road, and once more, over the grass so as to not mess up the new paint job on my way back to the trail. I can remember the time when I probably would have gone right through all of that nice new red paint, but that was so long ago that the number of years between now and then is a number that I would prefer to not remember. The ability to roll over fresh red paint is still there. It is the desire that has gone away. Now that I think about that for a little bit, I realize that lots of fun stuff disappears as the calendar pages add up - but maybe I just thought it was fun stuff. Yes. That is what it was - just some "thought fun" for me and not for anyone else. Anyway, my little red bridge to somewhere is out there on the trail through the forest, bright, bright red with new paint and without scooter tracks to spoil its shiny new look. Image: The Bright Red Bridge to Somewhere - Gus Kilthau