The Brooklyn Bridge at Christmas, with two of my eight grandchildren (Anabelle, seven and Patrick, eight).
My son, Jack, is a structural engineer—designing bridges—so naturally he is interested in bridges, and especially the famous Brooklyn Bridge. He wanted his children to have the experience of walking across it. Through the years I have sent bridge postcards to him, and in so doing have thought of a different kind of bridge—bridges of understanding between people. We can't build big bridges if we can't build small ones; we can't have peace between nations if we can't have peace between individuals.