Loved reading this first installment about attending your friend, John’s funeral from your perspective. You make the reader feel a connection to the people and want to get to know more about them. Especially, enjoyed the uplifting message from Father Jack.
Thank You For The Great Read & Keep Writing!
“Fingerprints” is a term that bridge workers use to describe what happens as we instinctively reach out and grab the nearest solid object we can hold onto when we unexpectedly slip, slide, or fall on the bridge. We say that we grabbed the bridge so hard that “we left our fingerprints out there. —Allan G. Smorra
This memoir will trace the path that led me to becoming an electrician and eventually leaving my “fingerprints” on the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, California.
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