one word that needs saying more often
“How are you?”
I was deep in thought about a third of the way through on the Golden Gate Bridge. I hadn’t walked it since last year, when Taylor and I walked the entire length before finding out that dogs were not allowed on the bridge. We walked the walk of shame on the way back, Taylor’s head held high in defiance. It’s early Saturday morning. The bridge is devoid of people, but cars are filling it to get out of the city. I imagine the trails in Marin will be busy today.
An affable man with a huge smile drove up in the Golden-Gate-Bridge-Patrol-mobile, and again exclaimed, “how are you?”
“I’m good!” And we ended up having a great conversation over the following ten minutes. At one point, I asked him, “You have the greatest job! You just go around saying hi to everyone on the bridge?”
“If they…
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