Some words are more versatile than others.

For instance, take the word lawnmower. It, pretty much has one meaning that I know of, as a noun. You can’t really lawnmower someone.  Welll….   I guess you could, but that would be criminal.  No.  Lawnmower is a one-def word.

Now bridge is a different story. Tonight, I sat in on a game of Bridge. Cards….all 52 at once. (There was prolonged “passing” going on… of rampant proportions… not much bidding… but that story is for another night… the tale of the tricks and trumps.)

The card game is much different than the kind of bridge that crosses a body of water….such as a river.

And it goes on and on.

There can be a bridge in your mouth. Dental work bridge.
On a boat, a captain can stand on the bridge.
You have a bridge on your nose.
There are bridges on guitars and other stringed instruments.
You can use a bridge when you play pool.
A connection between two electrical circuits.

Or, you can bridge a “difference” between two people, or groups.

Bridge the gap.
Cross that bridge when you come to it.
Don’t burn your bridges.
That’s water under the bridge.

I am telling you, it is quite a word.

There are songs about bridges… over troubled water.

Books… Bridges of Madison County.
Movies… Mr. & Mrs. Bridge.

Famous Bridges…lots of them…

San Francisco.
Brooklyn.
London. That thing keeps falling down… and people keep singing about it.

But back to that game of Bridge tonight.  I just spectated.   Tough game.  You have to wear a suit, I think.  I felt pretty smart though.  There was a Dummy sitting in on every match.  People were tricking each other too.  They were using clubs on one another.  Not only that… they were high rollers.  Not dollars…..I think they were betting with diamonds….  it was the real deal I’ll tell you.  The real deal.

I really had to give them a hand.  And then I bid them farewell.