Carroll Street Bridge

Size matters. That’s what’s beaten into our little heads from a young age. The bigger the better in every context. How can that be? Context is everything. To paraphrase our nation’s esteemed founding fathers, I say, «nay.» I’ll concede that in some cases bigger does mean better. But when it comes to bridges, I don’t necessarily need a bopper. Give me a pretty view and solid paint job instead. That makes up for it. Judge a bridge based on its purpose and function. When I watched Die Hard for the first time I didn’t think «Wow, this is no Citizen Kane.» I thought only that, «Die Hard is a masterpiece.» I judged it against other action films of the time and other Christmas movies. That’s the right way. Leave Kane out of this. Let film critics discuss its merits. Don’t compare the Carroll Street Bridge to France’s magnificent Millau Viaduct. Okay? Let Carroll Street stand alone, apart from the fray. It’s Brooklyn’s bluest beauty.

I was around the area… going to a restaurant… me and my friend walk across this bridge… nothing special about this bridge …