The Impossible Dream
Gil Hodges’ namesake bridge is evidently as bad as the 1962 Mets team he helped to introduce to New York City. Every drive over is a new education into what traffic cones can look like. One day it’ll take 15 minutes to get over to Rockaway at rush hour because the right lane is closed; the following evening, you’ll get home 40 minutes later than you anticipated because it’s completely closed to the public.
All of this and so few precious explanations as to why there’s always work to be done. Does the lift not work? Is the metal grating corroding before our eyes? Is it just a construction scam?
Whatever the reason, Rockaway needs something better from its only Brooklyn connection. Gil Hodges doesn’t