Tuesday I had to drop by Em's place in Hayward before going to work, to pick up my backpack. I drove down early to pick it up, with just enough time to get to the Hayward Amtrak station to catch my train down to Sunnyvale.

Driving up to A Street from Santa Clara, I couldn't turn right onto the overpass to go over the tracks, because police had blocked A Street right there, so I went down another half-mile, crossed the tracks, and came back up, getting to the station with a couple minutes to spare. Looking at the overpass, about 100 yards from the station, I saw an overturned van, rammed into the fencing protecting cars from falling over the overpass's edge. That explained why the overpass was closed.

Yesterday morning I again drove to the Hayward station to catch the train (but that's another story I'll probably write later), and driving on the overpass, I sadly notice no less than 30 boquets and wreathes on the smaller of the two areas of mangled fencing.

Here's the story. Tragic.