Sometimes it’s interesting where crossing a bridge can lead. I was out at the Hazen Bridge recently on a misty Saturday morning helping out with one of our regularly scheduled maintenance weekends. And I crossed the bridge over to the other side. And there I saw a man standing in the mist that no one had noticed before.  He […]

  Now I’m not trying to imply anything, but the best way to get to know the Sangamon River may not be to sit back in your LaZBoy, prop your feet up on the coffee table, have Fido fetch your slippers and flip open your Mahomet Citizen to read “Notes from the River.” No, the best way to get to […]