Joseph W. Richardson

All roads lead to the future, I’m told. And I believe it’s so. Bent on getting you where you need to be, mindless of where you’ve been, roads come, roads go. But bridges–bridges old enough to remember the sound, the weight, the heft, the feel, when men made of iron drove wheels made of steel–bridges like this [...]

I spent a good bit of winter running hither and yon. Obligations personal and professional took me to the Vandalia Statehouse and across the Kaskaskia River at Vandalia, Ill., ’round a riverside casino and atop a Civil War Era bridge at St. Louis, through the Missouri Bootheel and New Madrid quake country, across a southern [...]

Why settle for pressing a leaf when you can impress an entire tree in paper? Okay, maybe it isn’t the same. But I do like the soft tones and texture. *** Today’s word count came in at 1,360–which is on target for the discovery draft. In the interest of full disclosure, my weekend writing combined [...]