The Other Bridge

Two Bridges

He had to choose, Manhattan or Brooklyn. Turned out it was easy. While the Brooklyn Bridge got all the glamour, it was the Manhattan that carried more people back and forth, the subway alone toting across the Manhattan almost three times what the glam bridge carried. It was the one that did the most work. Even insults when they named the park. It was Brooklyn Bridge Park, completely ignoring the Manhattan, even though it was every bit as much a part of the park as it’s better-known neighbor. He even thought it was the more beautiful of the two. But its second-class status made it an obvious choice. Always denied, pushed down, shunted aside by the connected, the less intelligent, the less moral, the prettier, the stronger. He would meet his end not from the more illustrious perch, but from its unappreciated neighbor.

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