yesterday i was walking across the brooklyn bridge to meet someone for lunch, listening to some tunes, beautiful day, sun was shining, blue skies, thinking that life was pretty great; sadly not everyone shared my view – approaching the brooklyn end a lot of necks were craned upwards as a guy was climbing to the top of the pylon. police were quickly on the scene and the bridge was closed to traffic, but crowds were beginning to gather. i was already late and carried on walking, but turned and looked up to see a black clothed figure falling through the sky as onlookers gasped. from where i was standing it was unclear where he landed, but the new york post ran the story today.