MobileRead Forums - View Single Post - Are you waiting for the "official mobileread verdict" on the Kindle DX before buying?

Roy White · 06-20-2009, 03:20 PM

Harry. I'm afraid I did. A railroad bridge into a deep deep river. I was 14 to 17 at the time. I grew up in a small town called Gold Hill Oregon. Only 675 people in town. One gas station. 2 family markets. My Dad was on City Council. Nothing to do but read books and swim in the river in Summer. It's funny how we slowly worked our way to the top of the trestle. Started by jumping off the rocks on the bank of the river. bout 10 feet. Then higher rocks. Finally graduated to the lower arches of the roadway bridge next to the trestle at 30 feet up. Then to the roadway at 43 feet. (and man that seemed high the first time) Daring each other to jump from higher and higher up on the steelwork of the train trestle next to the road bridge. Finally. The top! Took about 2 months of summer swimming, going to the river every day in prolly 1974. There was some beer and pot involved somehow....
I went back to Gold Hill about 4 years ago. Looked at that trestle and shook my head! I think (think mind you) that I might jump off the trestle again but it would take a bribe of at least 5 thousand bucks and even then I'm not sure I could actually let go. That's a thrilling moment though. When you tip forward past the point of no return. Your heart leaps up in your throat and does a fast dramatic tango. Wow that was a trip down memory lane. I remember one totally wasted hippie jumped of the trestle and did the most spectacular belly flop the Universe has ever seen! Man that guy didn't die but he was thrashed so bad we hadda swim out and help him to shore. He layer there and groaned in agony for an hour. I'm sure if he hadn't been so loose from alcohol/ pot he would have been history.

06-20-2009, 03:20 PM	#106
Roy White Evangelist Posts: 482 Karma: 7696 Join Date: May 2007 Location: Turner, Oregon Device: Sony Reader	Harry. I'm afraid I did. A railroad bridge into a deep deep river. I was 14 to 17 at the time. I grew up in a small town called Gold Hill Oregon. Only 675 people in town. One gas station. 2 family markets. My Dad was on City Council. Nothing to do but read books and swim in the river in Summer. It's funny how we slowly worked our way to the top of the trestle. Started by jumping off the rocks on the bank of the river. bout 10 feet. Then higher rocks. Finally graduated to the lower arches of the roadway bridge next to the trestle at 30 feet up. Then to the roadway at 43 feet. (and man that seemed high the first time) Daring each other to jump from higher and higher up on the steelwork of the train trestle next to the road bridge. Finally. The top! Took about 2 months of summer swimming, going to the river every day in prolly 1974. There was some beer and pot involved somehow.... I went back to Gold Hill about 4 years ago. Looked at that trestle and shook my head! I think (think mind you) that I might jump off the trestle again but it would take a bribe of at least 5 thousand bucks and even then I'm not sure I could actually let go. That's a thrilling moment though. When you tip forward past the point of no return. Your heart leaps up in your throat and does a fast dramatic tango. Wow that was a trip down memory lane. I remember one totally wasted hippie jumped of the trestle and did the most spectacular belly flop the Universe has ever seen! Man that guy didn't die but he was thrashed so bad we hadda swim out and help him to shore. He layer there and groaned in agony for an hour. I'm sure if he hadn't been so loose from alcohol/ pot he would have been history. Last edited by Roy White; 06-20-2009 at 10:54 PM.