Yes, it has been a year. My, how the time does fly. And, sure, the town has swathed you in chain link and warning cones to keep the crib-rushers at bay but you know we love you Moraga Sinkhole and the locals turned out this morning to mark the occasion of your birth.
There’s talk of a grander celebration to come, with school kids reenacting the moment your pavement collapsed like a badly made layer cake and your light standard plunged into the depths like a harpoon.
Merrymakers turned out early Monday morning (it was raining cats and dogs a year ago, remember?) to adorn you with bunting and balloons and a few well-chosen words were said, usually under the breath as motorists accustomed to Moraga’s Great Depression maneuvered around its coned-off perimeter.
A year. My. Where does the time go?