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| Ray's postcards hadn't done her justice. Scroll down to view the Pride of Brooklyn. |
| The Brooklyn Bridge |
| Black Creek had been mastered by her, allowing travelers from North and South to travel US 49. She should be a National Historic Thing. Jason, while you are getting that theater recognized, how bout putting a word in for this national treasure? Above is the view from where you can get off old US49. Brooklyn has been bypassed by new US 49 or surely it would be teaming with tourist. I mean to change that. Brooklyn is a nice little community and it has a gas pump if you can get real in such a wonderous environment. I looked for a better angle to more fittingly frame her curvasious stuctural form. The fully functional railroad bridge drew me toward it. |
| Beneath the bridge, I took this shot. Still no cigar. It doesn't work. I chose it from six or seven others and I think I chose wrong or I just didn't pull it off. Notice the wooden eroded pilings in the foreground. Were they part of the old train bridge or a still older vehicle bridge or the landing for a ferry? I could have asked at the gas pump. Fagan won't tell me after what I said and you know he knows. |
| Under the new bridge a sheriff's car was parked. I saw no one but this guy around. Was he on Fish Patrol? |
| I rode up the embankment and crossed the new ugly version of the Old 49 bridge. The Brooklyn Beauty and little sister RR Bridge sat below. Ah. I lingered, then got worried that Sheriff Fish might make his day with my arrest for loitering, oggling, illegally parking, traveling too slow and not being from these parts. I stopped and chatted with some highway workers. That's where I found out about the gas pump. I still had 70 miles in the tank so I didn't go back into town and "cause questions". |
| There's the classic view of what is left of the Southern Brooklyn Bridge. Though not as large as the more nationally famous one, it does exist in a more relaxed and beautiful environment. It has no reason to be jeolous. That other bridge is not on my Wannadoo list. Think about this road and this bridge. US 49 travels north from Gulfport and crosses US 61 at Clarksdale where Robert Johson made the deal. They're lots of blues songs about this road and 61. |
| If you are ready for the rest of the story, here you go. |
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