NO photos till home! I left a cord there.
My 5:20 pm flight moved to 6:30. The way I first saw and heard of the problem, we saw a bunch of people exiting from the boarding gate. They were the 1st class passengers. Someone said (I thought) - the beverage cart must have been too heavy because it just made the attachment of the bridge sort of collapse. The whole thing tilted down.
Someone asked, "You mean like a tire of the plane collapsed?"
"No, the metal bent."
"So what will they do"
"They'll just go to another gate. I've seen it happen before. It won't take long."
I could tell by other listeners expressions how unsatisfying that was. A piece of metal on the plane BENT, and the solution was to use another gate. But...but...
I was the brave one to ask for clarification. "WHAT was it that bent?"
"The bridge. That last part of the entranceway that takes you to the plane."
"Oh." Other passengers were listening. "We thought you said a part of the PLANE bent, and ... they're just gonna change gates! We're all going... what? what? what?"
Uneventful flight other than that. I wanted to compliment the pilot b/c my untrained opinion was that he navigated through layers and whole in clouds to avoid turbulence on the ascent.
In Dallas/Ft Worth i ate Wendy's Apple chicken salad.
Arrived 11:20 pm in San Francisco. Long tramride to the well-organized Rental Car building, shared by most rental agencies. I was soon on 101 North to SF, then 80 East across the Oakland Bay Bridge, exiting at University Avenue. Very light, but fast-moving traffic the whole way.
My only complaint on the drive was the exit at University. The exit ramp splits, and the sign that explains it is so small, you have to choose a lane before you can read it.
Drove the 2 miles up University to Shattuck, South a few blocks to Haste, then the 1 block back west on Haste, one-way street. Parked by Steve's. Free parking at meter until 9 am, so I stayed.
Steve and I talked, looked over some of the THOUSANDS of abbreviations he has in Word's Auto correct so he can easily type up minutes of Berkeley's Student Council meetings - his job for 34 years. He originally trained in court reporting and shorthand, but now he wears a "mask" and talks into it, basically repeating everything he hears at the meeting. Later he spends hours transcribing. He writes in 3rd person, and improves on grammar he hears.
I got to sleep in Steve's bed with out-of-the-package sheets. He spread camping stuff on the floor of the ?dining area? and we both concked out around 1:30 am. Woke at 8 the next morning.
