The bridge over the Ponderosa River offered some of the most breathtaking vistas anywhere downtown. Barb had a brainstorm while stalled there during rush hour one morning. It would be a perfect spot for the museum's annual summer gala, she thought. She moved heaven and earth with the business district zoning board, harbor patrol and local police to shut down the span for a few hours on what promised to be an unforgettable August evening. It was a sellout. The weather cooperated. The chef outdid herself.
Years later in solitary confinement Barb could remember it all like it was yesterday.
If only she had remembered to deactivate the automated drawbridge function.
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