This one was on the list for a long time. This morning, Xian and I walked over the Brooklyn Bridge together.
We started at the Statue of Liberty ferry port and strolled through Battery Park and up Wall Street... then up to one of America's greatest landmarks.
Yes, sometimes they are... but not today.
This history of the bridge is fascinating and well documented, but to summarize, residents used to cross into Manhattan on the Brooklyn Ferry before chief architect John Augustus Roebling put his living room designs to actual work.
Opening the bridge May 24, 1883.
I think about all the people who have crossed this span of iron and wood and mortar... poets and presidents, artists and artisans... in times of peace and quiet like the slow moving current below or in times of attack when it seemed the city was on fire.
My daughter and I stood there and thought of poets like Whitman... his wispy beard blowing in wind, watching the faces, caring not about the destination but rather who is along for the ride.
On the walk back I put hoisted her up on shoulders...