A one-post chronicle of my trip to Norfolk, Virginia to visit with Maria – June 9-12 My latest travel adventure began with a white-knuckle drive over the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel – a 23-mile feat of engineering that is nonetheless rather disconcerting (12 miles of low-level trestle bridge, 2 high bridges, 2 1-mile, one-lane-each-way tunnels). I managed to cross it with eyes only for the road ahead, constant talking to myself (“I am welcome in this place” – a mantra my friend Jo offered for self-comfort), and careful monitoring of my speed (50-55 in the 55 zone). Daunting bridges are…