In which The Gay Recluse promotes remembrance of things past.

Today we received this letter from reader Steve in Manhattan:

I, too am obsessed with the George Washington Bridge, and have been ever since as stoned youths me and my friends cavorted in the park on the New Jersey side that is directly below the place where the roadway meets the land. We were convinced that the Bridge is the largest thing in the world. For a true enthusiast such as yourself, I strongly recommend a stroll across the span, and then a picnic lunch along the walking paths underneath. Disclaimer: individual results may vary; inebriants are recommended to enhance the forcefulness of the desired optical effects.

Thanks, Steve! We encourage everyone to follow your advice and get in touch with their inner GWB. It is truly awesome to behold, and preferably on a regular basis! [Note to readers: If you have a sweet pic of the GWB, send it our way along with a note and we’ll be happy to post; or if you find something you think is larger — in the admittedly subjective sense of the word — send that along and we’ll post that, too.]

We always suspected it was the best bridge in the world. Now, thanks to Steve, we suspect it’s the largest thing in the world, too.

Faites attention! The extreme beauty of the GWB is like a true siren of yore: in its presence, many great heroes have lost their bearings.