I’ve Sort Of Never Been There

Gary, Larry, and I were on the Verrazzano Narrows bridge when I pointed out that of all New York’s boroughs, Staten Island is the only one I’ve never been to.

‘Of course you have,’ Gary said. ‘You can’t be on this bridge without having been there.’

‘I grew up in Queens, and have been to the tourist traps in the other boroughs,’ I explained. ‘By comparison, Staten Island is nothing.’

Sill they refused to give in.

Finally I was forced to promise to spend my old age reminiscing about the potholes and traffic I’ve seen on the bridge.

Welcome back to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers weekly prompt, always on a Wednesday.

me fellow New Yorker…and a bit of a corker?… who even has the perfect initials for one of us, has provided this week’s hep photo prompt. In case it helps to find out, Gary, Larry, and I are cousins. They’re each other’s brothers. I never have been any closer to Staten Island than that bridge, and I lived in Queens until about me twelfth birthday. Click the Froggy to go where the real action is.

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21 thoughts on “I’ve Sort Of Never Been There

  1. michael1148humphris says:

    I just walked a mile across fields that were chock a block full of pot holes. Created by cattle and rain galore. I would love to see New York again

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  2. robtkistner says:

    Well written Larry! I celebrate the veracity and power of your words. May you continue always sharing only your authentic self — that alone makes you genuine, meaningful to read, and of worth to be heard! Síocháin!

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