Where 18-wheel cowboys corral their 10-wheel mounts...

Anyone remember Mister Magoo (whose voice was Jim Backus)? Or am I dating myself? The latter, I know. Anyway, this one's for him...

Just a few hundred yards from the Lincoln Park Driving Range in Jersey City, Duncan Avenue dead ends at the Hackensack River, just above where it and the Passaic River empty into Newark Bay. It's quite a sight...

I recently met fellow photographer (though he's a pro) and golfer (though he's a low-handicapper) Chris Lane at what may be the funkiest driving range I've ever hit balls at--On Route 440 in Jersey City, with a backdrop no other driving range can claim--the Pulaski Skyway...

Was it something in the water at the Skyway Diner? Nope.

Did the glaring sun cause a flashback to late Beatles songs? (Before it became associated with heartburn, didn't acid-reflux mean a psychedlic flashback you felt in your gut? Maybe the transformation of the term is Janis Joplin's fault, for singing "take another little piece of my heart.")

No, I'm afraid the answer is I just went a little goofy.

Today we move indoors again, from the shelter of the black steel Pulaski Skyway to the, well, um, men's room of the Skyway Diner.

For some reason, this photograph makes me think of what Humphrey Bogart said to Ingrid Bergman in the last scene of Casablanca:

"It doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.''

Like the Boardwalk, with its miles of herringbone wooden beams, the Pulaski Skyway, connecting Newark and Jersey City, offers seclusion and mystery under its miles of steel beams and concrete pillars.