I drove into New Jersey to attend the funeral service for the mother of one of my best friends. It was sad, though also a celebration of a life well lived. Scott was glad to see me, and I got to catch up with Mitch, my college roommate.
And when it was over, I drove over the George Washington Bridge into Washington Heights. The gods of urban parking were smiling on me that day. I got an on street spot, corner of Broadway and 177th Street.
And took off on a short urban adventure!
It had always wanted to walk across the George Washington Bridge. I’ve crossed the Brooklyn Bridge on foot, as well as the Manhattan Bridge and the 59th Street Bridge.
So I walked the few blocks from where I parked, got on the pedestrian (and bicycle) ramp, and mounted the bridge that spans the Hudson River and connects New York and New Jersey.
It’s not just that someone built something that connected two bodies of land that kept two communities apart. It’s ambition. And progress. And just general all around coolness!
It really is a marvel of engineering. I like this photo because of all the hardware involved in keeping the bridge running smoothly.
And it’s also about dealing with the human challenges of loneliness, despair and the means to act on our desperation.
After walking to New Jersey and back, I stepped out into the NYC outpost of the Dominican Republic. Seriously, Washington Heights, which is the neighborhood on the New York side of the bridge has a large concentration of Dominicans. And at least on that Sunday, was also vibrant and fun place to be.
One of the places where you can chow down on healthy stuff is El Tipico Dominicano, on Broadway between 177th and 178th Street. I imagine Dominicans in the Dominican Republic eat like this all the time. But maybe not.
These two were hot and heavy into their produce negotiations. Lots of these on the street.
And of course, these places too. Hoping there aren’t too many people who want candy and tobacco.
One of those awesome school playgrounds. I guess they’re everywhere, not just New York. But this one just felt really good…like the kind of playground I walked past a thousand times as a little boy in Queens.
Look closely at the blue thing hanging off the walk sign. It’s a boy. He was trying just as hard to get his mother’s attention as he was to hang onto the light. He held on long enough to whip the iPhone out of my pocket and get a halfway decent shot. Love it when the kids reach for their goals…including hang time!
Typical urban tree. Nothing is going to stop those roots from spreading out, even if they have to grow under the surface. Kinda like us!
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Got a special memory of a day when you saw something profound and amazing? The kind of thing that made you proud to be a human being?
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