Bonus Walk - Up and Over The Manhattan Bridge (Fifth Leg)

OMG!   It's been over five months since Nature Girl, The Old Guy and I took a walk over the Brooklyn Bridge into that storied borough, returning over the Manhattan Bridge...but, I left you all stranded on the "nether side" of the bridges.  Well...at least you all had full stomachs as we were just continuing our journey after lunch at Bubby's!  I've lived through a hideous winter in the 'burbs and am now in "renovation hell" so, with "raindrops falling on my head" outside, I thought I should continue our stroll through the "borough of Kings" and back to little old Manhattan.

As I said previously, we're walking through what is largely unchartered Brooklyn landscape for me...the DUMBO section of the city which is, approximatley, between the Brooklyn and Manhattan bridges.  From Bubby's, we walked the few blocks east towards the Manhattan Bridge, but quickly realized that we'd have to navigate away from the waterfront to find the pedestrian entrance to walk over the bridge.  This route took us next to the stone and cement pilings that support the roadway going over the bridge,

an area that revealed peaks of "old Brooklyn" pre-gentrification.  Actually, it seemed like we'd suddenly traveled back to Brookly in the largely "unlovely" 1960s and '70s, in the era of utilitarian "prefab" apartment buildings and low-rise warehousing.

We scooted through this area fairly quickly, finding ourselves at the graceful curving stone staircase that brings one to the start of the pedestrian walkway of the Manhattan Bridge.  We dodged a bit of traffic to get through the rather large street intersection and ascended the stairs to start our walk over a bridge that literally and figuratively stands in the shadows of it's famous neighbor.  

Before we bid a fond farewell to the borough of my birth, I have to digress to tell you of the coincidence of the mood music I'm listening to as I type this.  While I like to think that I'm an illustrious product of Brooklyn, certain the lady I'm listening to right this minute is a bit better-known-- Barbra Streisand, at her very best, singing "People" in the original cast album from "Funny Girl."  Why I'm listening to show tunes (a great love of my youth that, frankly, I'd largely eschewed over the past ten years or so in favor of the classic rock of my late teens and early adult-hood) is the tale of last week seeing a revival of my absolutely favorite Broadway musical of all time -- Burt Bachrach, Hal David and Neil Simon's "Promises, Promises."  The revival is very good...and certainly worth seeing (though noone can beat the late Jerry Orbach, who originated the role of Chuck "CC" Baxter back in 1969 -- and yes, if you go to my friend Len's blog "Len Speaks" and read is review of the show, I am the unnamed "pain in the butt" who kept too-loudly comparing the current show with my golden memories of being a "stage struck" 14 year-old in the first row of the mezzanine on the edge of her seat thrilling to Jerry's exuberance and joy when he sang the title song near the end of the show.)  Anway, hearing that terrific score and succumbing to a tidal wave of nostalgia for my long-gone youth and "dreams of stardom" (based, admittedly, on little real theatrical talent), I went on an "I-Tunes purchasing binge," adding to my already considerable collection of treasured rock, folk-rock, soul, blues, Motown and funk music, with a smattering of classical.  By around 2 am Saturday morning, I had bought over 60 songs from original cast albums and soundracks (including the entire original cast album of "Promises, Promises" -- and I almost wept when I heard Jerry's soaring, joyous voice).  I've now got a Nano packed with everything from Ben Vereen, jazzing through "Magic To Do" from Pippin (and does that show bring back some great memories of my college theater dabbling), to Audrey Hepburn plucking the guitar and sweetly warbling through "Moon River."  Every song reminds me just how much I loved all those moments that came at me via theater or movies...and how much I enjoyed sharing that love and appreciation over the four years I hosted "Show Stoppers" on Fordham University's WFUV-FM when it truly was a "student-run" radio station (which is definitely not the case now).  Okay, now that Janice Joplin is wailing "Piece of My Heart," you can imagine that the "spell of the theater" is broken.  Then again, as theatrical as she was in her belting, maybe it's not such a stretch from Barbra to Janice.  It would be a neat segway back into "the walk" if Janice was born in Brooklyn but, that's not the case.  Barbra or Janice, Ben or Jerry...I find myself saying this more and more..."they just don't make 'em like that, anymore."

Geez, you poor people!  First, I leave you stranded in Brooklyn for five months...now you have to read through my trip in the "way-back machine" (thank you, Mr. Peabody -- I'll save my love of cartoons for another time). 

I have never walked over the Manhattan Bridge...and really only realized that you could about two summers ago when I was killing time waiting for the OG (Old Guy) to leave work one day (he's been working for quite some time in one of the Fiancial District buildings that overlooks the harbor, Brooklyn, the Brooklyn Bridge and Statue of Liberty).  I wandered down to the riverside to check out an art installation called "The Falls" where man-made waterfalls were placed in various locations between the bridges and out into the Harbor at this south end.  One of those falls was right under the Brooklyn Bridge, on the Brooklyn side, and another was next to the Manhattan piling for the Manhattan Bridge.  It was as I was gazing at that falls that I noticed two very "art nouveau" style "look outs" up on the bridge.  "Ah-ha," I said to myself (yes, I actually do think pithy phases like "ah-ha"), "that must be some kind of walkway.   I'll have to walk it, someday."

So, someday has finally come!

I'd liken the difference between the two bridge walkways this way -- you feel like you're walking on a "well-cared for" boulevard when you're walking over the Brooklyn Bridge.   The feeling is more of a somewhat seedy lane that has been squeezed between the aforementioned '60s warehouses, high-rises and the D and F trains speeding over the water closer than I'd have expected.

Once we cleared the Brooklyn shoreline, the walkway opens up a little more to reveal some terrific views of DUMBO, the Brooklyn Bridge and lower Manhattan. 

I was surprised by the high, highly unattractive chain link fencing along the walkway, making it difficult to really enjoy the views, especially as compared to the walkway over her majesty, the Brookly Bridge (it's interesting that I think of the Brooklyn Bridge in "Royal" tones while the Manhattan Bridge seems to wallow in a "scruffy grandure").  I guess they are trying to discourage planned or unplanned leaps, which would seem to be easier from this bridge as the walkway is right next to the water.  Still, I'll bet statics will show that many more people jump from the Brooklyn Bridge than this one (I guess, if you're going to jump, you want to go from the more famous of the two...it will play better in the obit). 

   I'll leave you with that thought to ponder and finish up what has turned out to be a very, very long walk in the next installment.