Burning bridges behind you is understandable. It's the bridges before us that we burn, not realizing we may need to cross, that brings regret.
~ Anthony Liccione
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"I don't know why people do that!" the old man grumbled.
"Why they do what?" his granddaughter asked.
"Why they go off and burn their britches!" he grumbled since he was always grumbling.
"I think it's 'burn their bridges', Grampa," his granddaughter chuckled.
"Really, girl?! Go ask Zeb Denheskins about that. He's got a big 'ol hold in his britches 'cause they caught on fire!"
That was one of many times that the girl realized she should collect more facts and that her elders were going to be smarter than her most of the time.
"Dear Diary," the old man wrote in his diary, "Got her! I forgot it was bridges, but I shut that girl up. Backtalk to me, will you!! I'm old, but I'm quick. That why they call me an express male."