Here in New York, Times heir A.G. Sulzberger wrote about lost parrots and how street vendors go pee. But he also had front-page stories about more serious issues. So when he moved to Kansas City, we wondered what type of subject matter he’d cover. Now, with yesterday’s debut story from the southern Midwest (Mulvane, Kansas, to be exact), we get an idea:
There is no obvious reason Larry Richardson would want to cross Cowskin Creek, a muddy rivulet that winds through the croplands here, much less why he would want to cross it with a self-designed replica of San Francisco’s Golden Gate Bridge. But that is what Mr. Richardson has done, connecting his property to an undevelopable sliver of weed-choked wasteland across the creek using salvaged materials, family labor and nearly $5,000 of his own money, much to the chagrin of his wife.
According to Sulzberger, “for nearly a decade now, where a couple of cottonwood trees used to stand, this bridge has served as a Midwest monument to dreams of distant places.” He’s still got that magic touch!
A Golden Gate Fantasy on the Kansas Prairie [NYT]
According to Sulzberger, “for nearly a decade now, where a couple of cottonwood trees used to stand, this bridge has served as a Midwest monument to dreams of distant places.” He’s still got that magic touch!
