Inexplicably the Verazzano Narrows Bridge was backed up. I didn't mind, it gave me a chance to get a few shots of what I consider one of the most beautiful bridges in the world. Made more special by the fact that, as a child, I watched them build the bridge.
Views of the bridge dominate my old neighborhood ...
We used to play at the Bay 17th Street park (I have another post for the park) and then we would cross the foot bridge over the Belt Parkway to walk along Narrows Bay toward the bridge.
This is the street where I grew up ...
The downstairs window with the tree in front of it was our home. I think that car was parked there back then ...
We would walk down to the end of the street to see if anyone had made a new hole in the fence. Then we could climb through and play on the side of the Belt Parkway. Safe? No - Fun? Yes
Plus you could watch all the ships and tankers make their way toward lower Manhattan
The service road that ran along the parkway was usually quiet so we would ride bikes and skate board and roller blade. Years later this very spot would be made infamous when it became the last place that Son of Sam struck.
And on we go ...
Thanks for sharing a bit of my childhood with me.
