I hope you are enjoying your 130th birthday today. You certainly have aged well. You happily carry all those vehicles, with their dirty exhaust ... all those people, with their sometimes exalted, sometimes exhausted, footsteps. You have created memories for many, included the childhood memories of Laura's husband, who was born in Brooklyn, then moved to the midwest US, and Laura's daughter, who was born in the midwest but is now in Brooklyn. You have been the inspiration for artists, poets and writers.
Walking across your span is one of my favorite memories from my trips to New York City. I like being above the cars on the road below. I like that your cables cast interesting shadows and segmented views of the city. I even like that you sway a bit to the rhythm of the people crossing you. Or maybe we are swaying to your rhythm.
Happy birthday, dear Brooklyn Bridge. And I wish you many more.