The cappuccino Linda ordered from Cafe Milano felt warm in her hand this cool, typical, June morning. They had woken up a little earlier than usual for a day with no classes to make sure they crossed the Bay Bridge before lunchtime traffic hit. There was always traffic. Their little flat on Haste Street seemed nearly a stones-throw from the stadium, yet sometimes the commute would take what felt like days. But that was all okay now. School was finally out for the summer and Linda was beginning to feel the weight lift off of her shoulders. Today, June 16th, was an important day for her.