|Young jumpers leap from Second Bridge dee|
|No disputing that the signage exists... dee|
|A life-guard’s instincts caught on film- dee|
that so much of what was once so important is nothing more than dross. I keep my eye fixed on those receding memories, squinting to improve my focus. But, like the young man with corn-rowed hair, from my vantage point on Second Bridge, they disappear beneath the water’s surface with not a trace.