This is a great story about the Brooklyn Bridge. In short, terrorists wanted to collapse the bridge but decided they couldn't get past security, and a bunch of mooks chip in that nothing will deter them from walking across the bridge anyway. It encapsulates what I love about New York.

And I agree with the fellow who says that walking across the BB is meditative.

In movie news, we watched Y Tu Mama Tambien last night. I think I admired it more than I liked it.