Today I’m in Charleston, South Carolina on business. Only those people who have never traveled for business will be jealous that I get to visit beautiful cities like Charleston as part of my job. As for food, I don’t get to pick the best restaurant in town and take our donors there–I go wherever I’m invited. (Today’s choice: Longhorn–no complaints, but it’s not quite unique to Charleston.)
And I have to face things like the Bridge of Terror, otherwise known as the Arthur Ravenel Bridge, which is, according to Wikipedia, “the longest cable-stayed bridge in the Western Hemisphere.” How do people face this monster every day, when their car might at any second direct itself toward the edge, fling itself over the flimsy concrete barrier, and plunge them 186 feet into the murky depths below? Why do they have to make it so TALL? And put such enormous cables on it? It’s like driving along one of those South American roads in a tiny bus with a cliff on both sides.
I hyperventilate just at the thought of going over this thing. Luckily for me my hotel this evening is at the absolute total last possible point it can be without actually taking me over it. And I’ll have to go out of my way only 10 miles to avoid it tomorrow. So I suppose I’m luckier than I realize.