The bridge construction over Burton River, more than a year behind schedule, finished up but a week ago, although the workmen were still busy installing the monument some thirty yards upstream. Jamie was walking across the bridge on her way home from The Blue Coyote Café, where she’d enjoyed a mango smoothie and a chocolate sprinkled donut, when she was approached by a fairly large, brown dog.

“Are you lost, sweetie?” Jamie greeted the dog. “Do you miss swimming across the stream?” She stooped to pet the dog, and at the same moment noticed something glittering on the walkway ahead. She bent to pick up this potential treasure, and the short kimono dress she was wearing fell forward, exposing her breasts to a driver who happened to be crossing the bridge at that time. Distracted, the driver momentarily lost control of his car.