We are Wondrous Made
Laura BashaI was on the Bay Bridge driving home to Oakland after visiting my friend Ellie in Menlo Park. It was a beautiful sunny late afternoon and I was so appreciative of the lack of traffic – the World Series was still going on at Candlestick Park. And then gradually all the traffic on the bridge slowed to a stop. Two motorcyclists were driving back through traffic between the stopped cars … what idiots!, I thought. And then I saw people abandoning their cars and heard the screams of fear as they bewilderingly ran back towards the city of San Francisco, stopping on Treasure Island, stable ground. I stepped out of my car in confusion and was immediately immersed in the atmosphere of panic. “The bridge has collapsed!!” hailed from fellow travelers …