'There are few days in the year when I do not see the George Washington Bridge. I pass it on my way to work asIdrive along the Henry Hudson parkway on the New York shore. Ever since my student days when I watched the progress of its construction, this bridge has had for me an almost human personality, and this personality isastonishinglyvaried, assuming different moods depending on the time of day or night, the weather, the traffic and, of course, my own mood as I pass by.

I have walked acros...