The Verrazano Bridge linking Staten Island to Brooklyn will soon become my bridge back home. At the foot of it, on the Brooklyn side, lie both my childhood and my future. As I travel back in time across it's span over turbulent waters, I will walk forward , side by side, with my friend, my lover, my partner, Betty.
Betty, I can't wait to come home.
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My mother said I can't go steady!
She hasn't tried my sauce.
Ahhhhh, the old sauce trick. Why didn't you say so in the first place?
Well, if that doesn't work, ask your Dad.
I did. He said, "Ask your mother."
Your father is a smart man.
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