We have arrived. A harrowing final 24 hours, sure, but we made it. That's the view from the Bay Bridge, and don't be deceived by the apparent lack of cars. You think the Howard Frankland was bad today, Joe? They tell me this behemoth is gridlocked Tuesday at 4 a.m.
Luckily, my cross-bay commuting should be significantly less common than it was in Flordia. I'm in San Francisco. More importantly, I'm jobless in San Francisco, and selling the Civic seems like a better idea than gassing it up for for a trip to Berkeley or Oakland. Plus, I've spent enough time behind the wheel recently — time to give these feet of mine a test.
Most of these Cross Country: The Mom Chronicles posts have had lists, so I figure this last should too. Here goes.
Thirteen and a Half Things I Learned From Spending Six Days and 3,000+ Miles in a Car With My Dear Mother:
This article appears in Mar 8-14, 2006.