Today, they tell me it is my favorite bridge's 50th birthday!

I am so blessed to have been emotionally and spiritually groomed for life under the shadow of the Verrazano Narrows Bridge. Many an emotional joy and struggle was exulted or mourned with the sight of that beautiful gift of engineering in view. We played and we learned and we loved and we grew under the shadow of that great structure. Like a nana, I felt its comfort tell me I was home after a long morning journey through the canals of the underground caves that were the subway commutes.

My favorite memory was when the bridge would be partially covered in the fog and you could really imagine that, Heaven had come down for the morning and that you could reach it if you walked to the other side of the bridge. I certainly know that Brooklyn isn't Heaven and certainly Staten Island isn't Heaven, but God has made a way for us to traverse an even more impossible chasm. Halleluia, before I even knew that my estate was so dire the Bridge of His Grace had already been constructed. Thank you for being a stalwart reminder of Grace and Hope and Future, Mr. Bridge!