I took a short walk to the post office today. The air was cool and clear, the sun, warm and brilliant.
New York City is now raging with ten thousand confirmed cases of the novel coronavirus. Most of the businesses are closed. Restaurants are open for takeout or delivery only.
The streets are sparsely populated, but not empty. People walk their dogs, go for jogs and bike rides, go back and forth from the store, and step out of their apartments to enjoy a smoke. I try to avoid to smokers; breathing the smoke that’s been in their lungs seems risky.
But New Yorkers are still New Yorkers. At one point during my walk, I saw a taxi cab inexplicably try to back out of a one way street onto the avenue. In the process, he nearly hit a young man who was out walking his dog.
The young guy started yelling at the cab driver. “Hey, hey, hey! You can’t do that!”
Their conversation continued, but I didn’t follow it as I walked out of earshot. New Yorkers are irrepressible.
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