Earlier in the month I had finished reading David McCullough’s book “The Great Bridge”. Its strange how we take some things for granted, or more, we just don’t think about where they came from. The Brooklyn Bridge has always existed in my mind until I read about how it was built and the people who built it. It was my first visit to it in a long time and my first time on the promenade. While atop I tried to imagine the Manhattan panorama as it would have been in 1883.