Washington DC can be a very dangerous place. My life might have ended there one afternoon if Karren hadn’t been there to save me.
We were walking across The Mall, tourists enjoying the nation’s capital. We reached the kerb and in my usual casual way I looked right but not left and went to step out. Karren lunged, grabbed my shirt, pulled me back in. A swooping bus flashed past, inches from my astonished face.
When visiting the lands where they drive on the right, never forget to look to your left.
