Wednesday April 8, 2020
At 4:00 PM I arrived at the Union Square farmer’s market and the vendors were mostly packed up—earlier than normal. Normal, formerly a banal term, now needs to be defined.
There was a palpable comradery among the market vendors. Perhaps because it was the end of the work day, but it seemed more than that. I saw two guys half hug, half chest bump—resonant, it was almost uncomfortable to watch, though such a quick interaction of physical contact would not have been noteworthy a month ago.
Governor Cuomo said the death toll has surpassed the number of dead on 9/11 “times two.” Flags are to be flown at half-mast. If he said for how long, it was not reported. Now 25 days since the first Covid-19 death in NYC; the death count is well over seven hundred every day.
I heard a government official say that 50% of Americans will get Covid-19.
After Seventy-six days of being shut, the city gates of Wuhan, China were unlocked today. People can now leave town, though, while wearing masks and maintaining social distance.