One day, I came to a bridge. As I began to cross it, I noticed my boat was rocking. How peculiar, I thought. I don't remember being in a boat. Suddenly, the train exploded down the line. "What train?" I asked out loud. "The metaphor train," Mrs. McGovern, my ninth grade English teacher answered from her grave. "Try as it might, it just can't seem to leave the station." But that's water under the bridge. Hey, we've come full circle!