Japanese Drive By
It happened fast. A white van entered the east end of the Kabashima bridge at around 2pm. We were on foot, eastbound on the sidewalk, at the midpoint of the bridge. The vehicle slowed as it approached, and then stopped just in front of us. The lone occupant of the van held up his hand indicating that we should stop too. We were 70 feet above the water, no escape. The driver rolled down his window, and passed us a…