In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge.
Date of Photographs: April 13, 2008
The clouds over the bridge were riveting today.
It made us remember: once we were in Vermont, on tour with the band.
We were eating dinner at a restaurant overlooking Lake Champlain.
(The sixth great lake.)
There was a beautiful sunset.
Some of the guys at the next table were from Burlington.
They were meatheads.
They made fun of some dorky people from the city taking photographs of the sunset.
(They did look pretty stupid!)
We all laughed.
Even though in our heart we wanted to take a picture, too!
We didn’t want to seem gay. (Even though we totally were!)
It might be possible to get used to the sunsets in Burlington.
But we would rather die than lose faith in the bridge.
Because we see it every day.
Reader comment: 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)
