In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge.

Last night we were watching Dante’s Cove, but really, the sunset was much more entertaining.

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.

–Commenter David