Yesterday we were invited to a barbeque on Long Island. We ate well surrounded by dear friends and then we headed home. As you drive west the city beckons. We were returning our rental car so we stopped at a Queens gas station to buy gas. This feels like a view that is so essentially Queens. We got closer to the approach of the Queensboro bridge. The bridge itself is something of an architectural fake. It pretends to be a suspension bridge but it is really a cantilever bridge. It's is completely over-built. Many bridges give you a feeling of soaring as you cross over them. The Queensboro bridge is a mass of steel holding you in place. It always feels a little oppressive going across this bridge. We drove across town as the sun was starting to set. We drove through Central Park to the West Side. I got home only to discover that my nephew, just home f...
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