Bridge to kingdome come
Just imagine that bridges were old friends gathering on Sunday evenings over a cup of hot chocolate and spinning a yarn on how they were built, what they saw and heard, who stepped on them to reach some destination, and if it was reached. Then, the Brooklyn Bridge could have been a heart and soul of the company and also a swellhead. It seems that once the Bridge has been visited by everyone: from gloomy suicides to a bit more joyful newlyweds, and a dozen of elephants - just for the sake of peace.