Phase 2 of the Covid re-opening was announced by Mayor DeBlasio on Monday June 22, 2020
Outdoor dining was to be allowed, although it didn’t happen till July with Governor Cuomo assessing that wth less than 1% infection test levels, New York State had exited from the death grip of April and May. New Yorkers wore masks. The hospitals offered free testing. People respected distance, except for Trumpards, who regarded Covid as a hoax. I lost three friends in the Spring. They have not risen from the graave. They died alone. Covid is not a hoax, but we have entered Phase 4 and allowed to gather in groups of ten and restaurants are permitted open at 25% of their table capacity.
In April and May ambulances raced across Brooklyn. Sirens were never-ending and I stayed home to avoid getting sick, but I succumbed to Covid in April.
A mild case thanks to I don’t know what. I have the antiboies and test every two weeks, but I play it relatively safe. I wear a mask and keep to myself, but meet with more people as long as they have recently taken a Covid test.
The other day I celebrated a young friend’s birthday in Fort Greene. We numbered ten. I posted a photo on Facebook and my family members criticized for our gathering in a clump. I explained NYC was in Phase 4. They haven’t been with anyone else in months and I don’t blame them for the isolation.
One day we will all dance again.
I can’t say when, but one day we will dance and I practice my steps, because fuck Chris Rock.
There’s nothing wrong with beng the oldest man in the club.
Together or alone.
