In which The Gay Recluse remembers life in Washington Heights.

We’re in Berlin, which means we’re nostalgic for the George Washington Bridge. Let’s take a walk down memory lane, shall we?

This was last Sunday morning, as in May 11. We don’t remember it, either.

This was at the end of the day Monday, which was a really shitty day. It was like ten degrees out.

Tuesday was amazing, though!

So was Wednesday!

Thursday we didn’t take a picture, but Friday was also really miserable.

But this is home, so we miss it.

I, too, have an obsession with the George Washington Bridge. However, mine involves a nagging compulsion to complete a football pass from the deck of the bridge to a buddy on the ground below.

–Ryan Pissed and Petty (March 31, 2008)