I was out on my trike on the Bay Trail again today. There's a ten-mile stretch where I can be found two or three days a week. I think Lisa's a bit bored with it but I'm comforted knowing where all the water fountains, park benches, bathrooms and cafes are.
I also prefer this particular stretch of trail because it is almost entirely separate from traffic. In fact, there is exactly one intersection to negotiate.
Normally, when I'm crossing this multi-lane four-way stop, I get lucky and catch the eye of whichever driver is best positioned to cream me. (My trike seat is about five inches off the ground.) Today there was no such luck. Everybody seemed to be in a trance.
Finally, as I glided tentatively into the intersection, I noticed all eyes turning in my direction. But they weren't looking at me, they were looking above me.
As I reached the opposite sidewalk I looked up and saw a big black crow hovering a few feet above me. I suppose he must have been with me all the way through the intersection. I'm pretty sure a crow had just helped me cross the street. If he gets a merit badge for this, I wonder where he'll put it.
A year ago:One of Lisa's photos is used as an argument against off-shore drilling by Senator Bob Menendez of New Jersey.
Two years ago:Erica and Chris get married. Lock Wench and Lisa both cry at the wedding.
Three years ago:A huge sink-hole opens up under Berkeley Repertory Theatre's new scenic studio. You know, the new studio that replaced the one that burned to the ground.