Last week I wrote that maybe I’d become desensitized to crossing bridges because I wasn’t feeling the nervousness I normally had when driving over long, high bridges like the Whitestone and the Throgs Neck. Of course, being a passenger is different and currently I don’t have the wherewithal to attempt the driving. I don’t know … Continue reading No Control
I went across the Whitestone and Throgs Neck Bridges 4 times last month. As a passenger, of course. No jitters. No butterflies, moths or flutters in my chest. It was easy on my insides. It's always been a bit easier on me crossing from the Bronx into Long Island since I can’t see the … Continue reading Becoming Desensitized?
My lifelong fear of bridges wasn’t quite so apparent until I moved to Long Island 14 years ago. I arrived and then realized if I wanted to leave, I had to cross either the: The 142-foot high, 2910- foot long Throgs Neck Bridge over the East River OR The 135-foot high, 3770- foot Whitestone Bridge … Continue reading Island Living