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could see that it was actually a large white dogsitting up on its two front feet, rocking from sideto side and howling with excruciating grief. Sadly,in that mist a truck or car had run over the dog’sbackside. After passing the dog, I looked into myrearview mirror and saw a large truck run overthe dog again.I continued to drive slowly even though themorning mist was interspersed with some clearpatches and good visibility along the roadway.Entering a factory zone, I noticed that the fourlaneroad was divided by concrete, fence-toppedbarriers. Again, I was in the left lane in a verymisty spot when all of a sudden I saw a quickmovingblur ahead in the right lane. I hit my carhorn. The object immediately stopped and cameinto view. It was a man — separated by less thanan inch from my bumper. Passing him, I breatheda sigh of relief. There was a pedestrian overpassdirectly ahead. I also noticed that there weresections of the fence atop the concrete roadbarriers that had been torn aside for people tocrawl through. Rather than walk another hundredfeet to the pedestrian overpass, people wererisking their lives every day by running across thefreeway. It is perplexing to see what people willsacrifice for convenience. When I was the Chiefof Police at the Presidio of Monterey I receivedcountless phone calls complaining aboutinsufficient parking at the teaching institute.Students, professors, workers, or visitors —everyone seemed to want special parkingdispensation. I always found a place to park. Itwas not a matter of insufficient parking spaces.The problem was that everyone wanted to parknext to the entrance. This same phenomena