Catwalks, Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco, California

Catwalks and Understructure.

by Mary Stebbins Taitt · 215 words

It is red now, but in 1965, it was green. It has a railing now, but in 1965, there were no railings.

After my apartment was robbed, on the lower Lower East side (Manhattan), and the thieves took my money and I couldn't pay my rent,

after the landlord put me out on the street because I couldn't pay and he needed his money,

after I was assaulted sleeping on a bench in the park,

I slept briefly in the under-structure of the Brooklyn Bridge. Yep. It was pretty scary.

I was afraid I'd roll out and fall to my death, so I didn't sleep well.

It wasn't exactly comfy, either.

I was afraid the cops would find me.

I was afraid bad men would find me.

"Bad" men approached, and I beat a hasty retreat. I stood near a police officer, hoping to be left alone. The "bad" men left me alone. The officer did not.

The photo is actually of the Golden Gate Bridge, from my recent trip to California. I don't KNOW what color the Brooklyn Bridge is now, but I think it was green then. This is a true story.