Another River Story...

About two weeks ago, a group came down to take in the view and hang out for a bit. By the time they left, this one girl, Robin, who had come up to Minneapolis from New Orleans, had told me all about her brother Darren, how he had recently died, and how much he had enjoyed being next to the river. He had told her time and time again about the time he spent down by the Mississippi, and this one particular view he loved. She had come up to find this view and to finally see what he had been talking about all those years. So she had made this cross for him and posted it up on a ledge of a bridge. She had figured it would be a fitting memorial for her brother, looking over the river and the city he had loved, and went on her way...