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John Marin made dozens of sketches, etchings, and watercolors of the bridge that should still impress anyone who sees it in their day to day life.

I saw one of them for the first time when I worked in a museum in college, long before I'd ever thought to walk across it, long before I ever knew it would mean a lot to me. It was in an annual report the museum put out, and I promptly cut it out and kept it with me for a bunch of years.

Lost it somehow, but now there's the real thing. And walks like yesterday -- pondering the intentions of the Jehovah's Witnesses, wondering why so many of lower Manhattan's buildings are boring, remembering a black out walk with Susan, trying not to fall off the back of a motorcycle another time -- an after work trip home across it to visit a too crowded restaurant on the other side, will join those others lodged in my head.