Image by wallyg via FlickrA sturdy metaphorical cable in the sense that this evening I crossed the Bay Bridge heading into Frisco about ten minutes before the bridge started to fall apart. I was going in the shepherd my reporting lambs through a USF student senate meeting. Them shepherded, I headed home listening to bulletin-averse public radio and thus learned the bridge had been closed down only when the flares that nudged me one lane over nudged another and then another lane over and then off the freeway entirely.
Educated by KCBS, I did a U on city streets, took the freeway back to the Van Ness exit, then up to Lombard, crawled westward on Lombard, worked my way up Doyle Drive and move darn briskly across the Golden Gate Bridge till I bogged down again where I had to leave 101 in Larkspur to get to the Richmond Bridge. Things picked up on the approach and stayed picked up across the span and back toward Oakland where I dropped by City Hall to pick up E. from work -- I don't let her come home from the office until she's made her "nut" -- and thus home for tea and Colbert.