Posts Tagged ‘Gustav’

Letting The Ink Dry

March 7, 2012

It’s done. I got my tattoos done on Monday afternoon. It was good to be back in the clutches of my tattoo artist, Dennis, hearing that incessant buzz, feeling that unwavering prickly jabbing, smelling the familiar aroma of antiseptic ointment. Knowing he’d called out sick several times during the set up of these latest ink spots, I figured that would lead the conversation, as I think I’ve finally left behind my own plague that had its grip on me since Christmas. What is this, March? But as it turns out, his calling out sick was for personal reasons and that lead to an entirely different dialogue, which included reason behind the motorcycle. I know he’s not reading this, but my best wishes go out to him and his family as they struggle with his grandmother’s illness.

  

Ever hear of the  phantom bridge in Hoboken, NJ?  It was the defunct North River Bridge, a mammoth effort that was never to be realized, outside of the eight foot tall cornerstone that was removed from someone’s Hoboken back yard with the inscription: Foundation Laid–North River Bridge Co.–1895.

Gustav Lindenthal’s crowning glory among his other bridge designs; The Hell Gate, The Manhattan, The Qeeensboro and The Williamsburg, was to be the North River Bridge, which would have dwarfed the yet to be built George Washington Bridge. It was to meant to connect Hoboken, NJ to New York City via 57th street. It was to be 6,000 feet long, 200 feet wide and soar 200 feet into the air. It was to carry 24 lanes of traffic, 12 railroads, and have two promenades.

Several roadblocks such as the coming of World War I, the revision of plans to accommodate the increasing popularity of the automobile and the ensuing traffic jam, the formation of the Port Authority who claimed the span would inhibit river navigation, the railroads deciding to tunnel and rejection of the of the secretary of transportation in favor of the Lincoln Tunnel which opened to traffic in 1937.

40 years later the wealthy Lindenthal continuted to speak of the plans for his bridge, even from his deathbed in 1935, on his 250-acre farm in Metuchen.

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