Having subjected you good readers to so many of the low points of his current life in Cancerland, the author of the dispatches collectively called Esoph’s Fables felt it incumbent on him to share with you a high point of his life as it was.
This souvenir was found in the sock drawer of an old hard drive.
Click and clap or click and cluck, it’s all water under the burned bridge now.
Esoph's Fables 
This is great! Burning bridges is not always a bad thing. If the bridge takes us to places that hurt, damage, demean, abuse, dumb-down, or otherwise devalue our persons, burning them is a good thing.