Remembering Rossford #1
Rossford could be like any other small town in America. I grew up here in this blue collar town that lies along the Maumee River.
Growing up we used to ride our bikes all around Rossford. This bridge was where we used to climb under and play down in the creek. While in the creek we used to collect "glass rocks", or chunks of glass that were found in Grassy Creek. Not sure where the glass came from (Cough Cough), but it was always fun to search the creek for these rocks, sometimes spotting them from afar by the sun hitting them in the water.