Somewhere I heard a story of a bridge and a painter. The bridge was enormous and was made all of metal, and the painter’s job was to keep it from rusting. He would start at one end and slowly proceed, day by day, month by month, toward the other e
Somewhere I heard a story of a bridge and a painter. The bridge was enormous and was made all of metal, and the painter’s job was to keep it from rusting. He would start at one end and slowly proceed, day by day, month by month, toward the other e
