I'm Stoked on the High Bridge Chief

High Bridge park is probably the first place we ever came in Washington Heights. We came up to go to the pool one summer when Lila was like one, but it wasn't open for the year yet so we hung around the park and started falling in love with the place. We walked over to the old High Tower, and looked at the bridge. There were photos from the late eighteen-hundreds there at the time showing old-time swells and their dames strolling in the parks on both sides of the bridge. I remember reading somewhere that the parks had many secluded areas for the exchanging of familiarities and other sorts of general getting down. It looked like a dream. A good one. The High Bridge is the oldest bridge connecting two boroughs. It was completed like 40 years before the Brooklyn Bridge.

I'm just sayin.

So when I heard that Bloom-dog and the posse along with the Divine Miss M. wanted to spruce up the place and restore the High Bridge to it's former glory as both a destination in itself and a gateway between money-making Manhattan and the boogie-down Bronx, I was all like, "Word." But I didn't expect that things would actually get done.

Yesterday we walked up Amsterdam to the High Bridge for the halibut, and were surprised and delighted to see that work had been done. I think it might even be fair to say that butt-loads of work have been done up there, and it looks like the High Bridge itself could open again soon.

The High Bridge and High Bridge Park 175 and Amsterdam. Check em' out!