Dear Brooklyn Bridge,

Today a woman came on the train who very sad. I wish I could describe to you how sad she was. She said that she had children and that she could not feed them. She was bent over in such a way that I believed her. I was on the F train. It doesn’t go across you, but under you and you know I have always thought that that was such a shame because you have such a magnificent view. But anyway, I gave her a dollar. I watched but I don’t believe that anyone else did. I hope that you will watch over her please.

Thank you mighty bridge,

Joe