On the George Washington Bridge Project: Best Sunset in the History of July
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge.
Today on the subway this woman wouldn’t move her leg over two inches to make room for us to sit down.
But we sat down anyway, because we were tired and didn’t see why she should take up two seats.
Then we regretted it, because we really hated the feeling of our leg touching hers.
But this lasted just until 59th Street, when she got off.
We weren’t sorry at all to see her disappear into the crowd.
I too had an obsession with the GWB when I lived in the Heights in the ’80s. Mine was doing as much cruising as possible under that majestic bridge. The “little red lighthouse” was used for a probably unintended use on many an occasion.
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