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Monday, December 05, 2005

In San Francisco for G.A.M.E. I found myself with a day to kill. After walking around and taking the sort of pictures one takes there (hills and vistas and piers, oh my), I noticed the Bay Bridge occupied many of my photographs and decided a walk across it to Yerba Buena Island was in order. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that, unlike its golden neighbor to the north-west, no pedestrians may cross (legally).

Two days later the Bay Bridge was shut down so police could spray a briefcase full of Christmas lights with water (a.k.a. a bomb scare), right as I happened to be crossing it in an automobile on the way to Oakland Airport. This act of precautionary providence turned the bridge into a parking lot, and I got to walk along it after all.

Posted by morland @ 02:53 PM

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