The appearance of orange paint on the structure is probably due to my restoration of the slide. My father, John Carroll, took this picture. ’59 I believe.
Our house, on the south end of Kingsbridge Terr, overlooked the canal and most places between Bailey and the Palisades. Saw and heard a lot of cool stuff: big crowds at Baker Field during early ’70’s winning streak; Viet Nam vet NYPD helo pilot flying under the lowered bridge many times before bosses ended that; Dairmuid McGuinness blowing by the Columbia skull team (every time!); Sadly, a jumper on the northeast corner; sadder still- recovery efforts for deceased rowers who overturned and became stuck in mud near north bank near spot near latest derailment. I happened to be walking South on the bridge one Fri night when an Inwood fella I knew came upon me from behind saying God had just talked to him. He was a normal, good guy who played for Good Shepherd, maybe had a pint, but didn’t smoke dope so forget acid, and was completely sober. Walking on air and I couldn’t keep up with him after he told me it really happened! Happy as Larry. I know he spoke at wherever visionaries recognized by the Church speak. My brother said we were/are maternal cousins of Roscommon Coyle sort.