May 25th
Dad's weekend visit involved no less than three separate visits to the Brooklyn Bridge. Like me, he became obsessed with capturing the best photo possible. Part of the original plan for the weekend involved a historic walking tour of the bridge. By the time the Sunday schedule train got us to the Manhattan side and we met up with Bonnie and Rob, we had missed most of the tour. So for the second time in less than 12 hours, we just walked across the bridge towards home.
Not that we minded so much. It was a beautiful spring day. And...I got massive sunburn in less than an hour! Typical!
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