Angels at the Eastport Bridge

<p>Though it may seem a bit complicated the story is simple and when all the pieces are laid out it is plain to see where it all began. It started with one single human by the name of Tane MacGregor; one single officially insane homeless dust rag of a man. He occasionally caught glances from passing strangers as he swung his feet rhythmically from the drawbridge over the calm waters of Spa Creek and he was often found in the company of angels.</p><p>As it was said MacGregor was seen as the glue the string binding all the events and beings which created a rather remarkable occurrence in the soft beautifully adjacent scenic towns of Annapolis and Eastport and in particular about the small Eastport Drawbridge over Spa Creek spanning and dividing the two.</p><p>Now as the story would be told and retold in most homes and taverns around the Chesapeake for many years it was too easily called coincidence. True it began at a certain time with a certain person in a certain situation accompanied by an incredible series of events people celestial beings lawyers homeless schizophrenics ghosts God junk food and small deviations in time and space with waving definitions of good and evil all coming together in a perfect harmonic mix … but coincidence?</p>