The Verrazano Bridge connects Brooklyn and Staten Island and is beautiful to behold. It reminds me of the Golden Gate, a bridge that features prominently in my sobriety and one that always makes me teary when I see it or, better, run across it. On my recent visit to my friend Nick in Brooklyn, I walked down to the water path that extends under the Verrazano, a path enjoyed by neighborhood residents aplenty: runners, bikers, people just looking for a bench in the shade to watch the boats (and the world) go by.
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