59th Bridge Street Song (Feelin’ Groovy), by Simon and Garfunkel.
This song is one of the first we all fell in love with that one year at summer camp when we burned the entirety of the concert in Central Park into our souls (and that’s what I’m linking to here, as it’s the canonical version in my mind, as it is for many of the songs on this, well, on this cassette.)
Honestly, that bridge does not make me think of this song, tbqh. That bridge makes me think of Woody Allen movies (sigh) and the view from a cousin’s apartment (really nice), and not much else. I probably had a much more engaged relationship with the Holland Tunnel, or, OK, the Manhattan Bridge (having done many jobs Down Under the [mb] Overpass as they say), and a more troubled routine with the fickle Midtown Tunnel.
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Richmond, Virginia, from a soccer tournament, on a good day with the whole family and a zoo break.