He parked the car near the entrance of the small bridge extending over the San Dieguito River near the Del Mar Racetrack. The weather was pleasant on this Sunday morning in February 1998 and he soon found himself walking to the end of the bridge, looking over the railing and staring at his reflection in the water. He had done this same ritual oh so many times. He longed for the days of his childhood when the bridge extended across the river and went to the airport, where his father had worked for so many years. Today, like so many others, the bridge stopped midstream and so did the life of Horace Atkins Dillinger.
Horace felt sad and helpless. His dad had passed away over a decade ago, and he had been left as the sole caretaker of his overbearing mom, Alice. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his mom, but her strict, overarching manner had pretty much ruled his life. He felt remorse as he looked at the slow-moving reflections of his puffy red face on the water in the sunlight. Yes, she had pretty much stolen his joy over the years. As an only child, she rued the day when someone would call her son anything else than his real name. There were no nicknames allowed in the Dillinger household. Horace was to be Horace, named after her grandfather Horace P. Carbunkle III. [Read more…] about The Bridge to Nowhere