In 1896, Arthur Page Brown, architect of the SF Ferry Building that you see at the end of Market St., died at home in Burlingame of severe injuries from a runaway horse/buggy accident the prior October. At his death, the Ferry Bldg was still under construction & opened in 1898. Brown was driving "a spirited horse" & drove the buggy into a ditch. It really was no surprising event, and what happened was just this: The wind began to switch, the horse, to pitch, and suddenly the buggy, well, it started to unhitch. It was a bitch, and to satisfy an itch, the horse went flying fast and threw old Brown into the ditch, and oh, what happen'd was so rich. The horse began to pitch, the buggy took a slitch, it landed on old Brownie in the middle of a ditch, which was not a healthy situation for Brownie in the ditch. Oh, the horse began to pitch, the buggy took a slitch, and landed on the architect in the middle of a ditch which was not a healthy situation for ol' Brownie in the ditch, who was noted for his final words: "Oh my, ain't life a bitch."
Ferry: oh god i don’t know How To stop that! Oh no! I’m going fast, here it comes! *crashes* Ferry: OH NO!!! This is all my fault! The ocean was so slippery
