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August 29, 2008
He's dropped me off at the end of our weekend together. I'm putting away my laundry. Less than ten minutes later, he calls from the car. He's north, at 96th.

"Do you want to see the George Washington Bridge all lit up?"

"Yes!" I say without hesitation.

He'll be by in a few minutes to pick me up.

All I see are green lights, a necklace spanning the Hudson's neck. This is exciting enough. As we get closer, and I see the bridge lit up from within, I'm completely delighted by the bridge -- just as I am with him.