Fellow Country Mice,
There are rumble strips at various points across the Bay Bridge between San Francisco and Oakland; they are supposed to be a signal to drivers to slow down, and when I moved to San Francisco, my dad drove me across the Bay Bridge. It was a clear night, and we could see the whole skyline. I looked out over this amazing, beautiful city, and got excited about living in the middle of all that: shopping at big department stores, sight-seeing, eating at trendy restaurants, wearing fancy dresses, and having new, big, city-girl adventures. But then, when our little Camry drove across those rumble strips I thought, “Hmm. Why are there cattle guards on a bridge?”
Maybe I’m not so city mouse.
britt
