OPENING DAY STORY
I work in a grocery store where I regularly talked with a
woman who walked across the Golden Gate Bridge the day it opened. She said it
was a sunny day in 1937 and thousands of people packed the bridge from shore to shore.
Through the day they lost their little brother. There were rumors that a few people had fallen over the side so they feared it was him. After a few hours of panic,
they found him playing with friends.
I have driven across the bridge dozens of times. It was part of my weekend bike ride. I rode from Noe Valley to Sausalito for coffee. Then back across the bridge then I followed the shore down the San Francisco coast line for another coffee. Then back to Noe Valley over Twin Peaks.
She talked about opening day like it was yesterday.
I gave her a link to this blog, she had her great grandkids pull it up on their
computer. She was pleased to see my pictures and read my words. She
complimented me on my writing, as several others have.
I had never thought much
about being able to communicate in written words. However, in person I'm very
accomplished at bull shit.
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