When I got home from the High Bridge Festival, I was ready to knock out. I went solo – sometimes I just like to take myself places because it’s nice to just take an experience in for what it is and not be so ready to comment on it to someone else. Anyway, this was one of those times it was nice to just observe and take everything in – people of all ages, walking across the bridge, in awe of the view, which is, not your typical New York City view, but beautiful in its own way.
My grandfather lives on the Lower East Side and ever since I was a youngin’, I’d marvel at the city lights and his view of the Empire State Building and the Twin Towers – the view from the bridge is enchanting, in that you can’t stop staring, but in a much grittier way.
I’ll just show you what I mean and stop waxing philosophical out here:
The Bronx’s waterfront still needs our help, advocacy, and support – just ask South Bronx Unite. But let’s be grateful for this step that has reconnected the Bronx and Manhattan for the first time (to the public anyway) in 45 years.