Today is April 15th, Tax Day, traditionally the day when U.S. taxes are due. I have not completed my taxes yet or sent them in. This year taxes are not due until sometime in July.
I’ve just completed a work task and I am out for a walk on this sunny afternoon. I am seeing what it is like to be in the new now.
I’ve lost count of how many days I have practiced self-isolation in response to the Coronavirus Covid-19. My isolation started the week before New York City’s Mayor De Blasio proclaimed a shutdown of the city.
Prior to the shutdown we were aware about how the Covid-19 virus had entered the United States and was spreading in California. A friend was moving to Philadelphia to start a new job. His girlfriend had given notice at her job. She planned to go to an advanced college program starting in May. I helped my friend move at the very end of February. His girlfriend stayed behind to finish at her job but she also moved early, eager to get out of New York before the onslaught.
I was cleaning up my act, making plans to look for a new job. Last year I grew a beautiful long beard, admired and feared by all. I decided to shave it off. It no longer served me or represented who I next wanted to become. I planned to look for a new job. I was going to exercise. I planned to swim at the city pool in the summer and it was time for the beard to go. I was looking ahead, ready for the new new me.
On March 9th I went to Manhattan for an early appointment. It was an early beautiful day in a year when winter and spring were persistently cold and windy. So as a treat, I brought my computer with me, planning to work in Bryant Park. I used the free Wi-Fi to send resumes. The park was crowded with people and I watched office workers enjoying their lunch hour. I took pictures of the daffodils, the people and the park.
When my battery ran low I went to Whole Foods across the street to treat myself to a food-court lunch. I plugged my computer into the socket at the second-story window, which looks across the street to the park. I continued to send resumes.
I was being somewhat willful and indulgent by sojourning at the park. I knew already there were cases of Covid-19 in New York. News was being broadcast about people who had tested positive from Covid-19 after attending the Jewish AIPAC convention in Washington DC. A lawyer in Westchester was diagnosed and hospitalized. Maybe he had gone to AIPAC and returned with the virus. As I sat in the park I paused in my work to marvel at the crowd, thinking about how this might be the last chance to have this experience.
After spending the day sending resumes I walked north to meet my men’s team at a location we had chosen. Mom called right before the meeting was to start. She was hysterical. “Where are you?” she demanded. “What are you DOING there? What KIND of meeting? There’s a CRISIS in New York!” I guess that she was watching CNN.
By March 10th a town north of New York City, New Rochelle, had become a hot spot of infections. Governor Andrew Cuomo called out the National Guard to close the center of New Rochelle, in an area surrounding the local synagogue. People could still get in and out of the area, but people were discouraged from going there. People in New Rochelle complained that their business was adversely affected.
A friend told me that his friend had a friend on the Upper East Side of Manhattan who was infected. He wondered if it was safe to visit his friend. They had planned to celebrate Purim.
So that was over a month ago. Today on the radio, Governor Andrew Cuomo is saying that we have “reached the peak” of the exponential explosion of infections to Covid-19. The quantity of new cases of virus infections and death are leveling off. Meanwhile the City of New York is adding to the death count the deaths of people who have died at home. 3,800 more New Yorkers have died from Covid-19, bringing the New York City death toll to over 10,000 residents.
Mostly I have stayed inside. From time to time there have been sunny afternoons and I’ve gone for walks around the park, keeping distance from other people. I go to the pharmacy and the grocery store.
At Astoria Park, near where I live, there is a contingent of motorcycle enthusiasts who congregate and crowd near the East River. In the early days of the shutdown that area of the park was packed with bikers, hot cars, pot smokers and the crowd. It was scary to walk near. I thought there might be a shooting.
On the top of the hill, on the opposite side of the park, mothers and fathers walked their children, people read books and took in the sun. People were keeping distance. There was a distinct difference between how people acted and used the park. Queens is the most culturally diverse county in the world and we all get along, but cultural differences have results and consequences.
Anyway, three weeks ago is also so long ago now. The governor heard reports about people in the parks not social distancing and he declared that the police would enforce his order. Motorcycle people and potheads still congregate there, but a little less crowded, and more spaced out.
As the Covid-19 virus started to spread in the U.S., only a few people wore masks at first. I saw Chinese people living in Jamaica NY wearing masks last November 2019, and on the subway whenever I go to Manhattan. Other people did not generally wear masks before mid-March.
I went to the clinic that I go to in Manhattan last week. It was the first time I went on a bus or the subway in over a month. It was a little scary. Now people enter the bus from the back door. The front of the bus is cordoned off with a chain, to protect the bus driver from passengers. About 50 bus drivers have died from contracting the Covid-19 virus. 50 bus drivers.
It was 8:00 am and there were only a handful of riders. Everyone had masks on except one young Spanish girl talking on the phone. Many of the men wore gloves as well. Each person sat apart from everyone else. People on the bus were solemn and quiet except the girl on the phone. She seemed oblivious and self-entitled in the way beautiful young girls often do.
We didn’t have to pay to ride the bus. When we got to the subway I used my card. Another man jumped the turnstile. I wondered if that is now the preferred protocol. The few people stood apart on the subway platform. The F train was not crowded and people sat three or four seats apart. I wore my mask, sat silently, watchfully in my seat and did not use my phone.
I arrived at Bryant Park, where I had been in early March. The day was overcast. The park was empty. There was only about one person on each block. The types of people on the street were either homeless men, or young black men who looked like essential construction workers. I saw one old man with a cane and one young man walking his dog. Times Square was empty, except for cops and a few people. One man stopped to see the “Good Morning America” show being broadcast from Times Square. If he had not stopped I would not have noticed. I stopped too and took a picture of the crew working inside.
I arrived early at the clinic. The front entrance was blocked off. A security guard and a nurse were there. They wanted to know who I was, did I have an appointment and with who? The nurse demanded to take my temperature and she handed me an envelope with a mask inside, which she told me to put on before I could come inside. I was told to check in and wait.
The clinic is usually packed with people. The clinic was empty except for me. I had made the appointment in late January. Almost instantly I was called and ushered into the doctor’s office. The doctor seemed to want to crawl up the walls. The doctor and a nurse were very serious. They were very scared of me. They did not know who I was, although I had seen both the doctor and the nurse before.
Paper and the curtain were gone from the examination bench. No matter. I brought my medications in a clear plastic bag. The doctor renewed my prescriptions and let me go. I was out and on the street before my appointment time. It took a long time to get home. The subways now run only every half-hour and I had to wait on the platform. I considered jumping the turnstile like I saw the man do earlier but I opted to buy more subway fare and use my ticket. By the time I got on the subway I was eager to get back home, back into my safe splendid isolation.
People did not used to wear masks. Now everyone wears masks. Today the Mayor of New York declared that New Yorkers must wear masks to go into stores and that the police will enforce his order. Most people already wear masks to go to stores. Now it is the polite thing to do.
One grocery store started to control how many people at a time can enter the store. Now they all do. People line up outside of the store, waiting to be admitted in, a few at a time. A lot of New York City grocery workers got sick and died. I don’t know how many. Two weeks ago a friend and I walked to Costco to shop. The line of people waiting to shop ran from the store entrance, around the hotdog & pizza shop, past the liquor store, around the side past the Tire Center, to the street and down the sidewalk.
I keep digressing back to before Covid-19 hit New York City to show the differences between then and now. So what is it like now, today on my walk?
I prepared for my journey today by bringing a mask and a pair of gloves. I can forego using the mask when I am walking and able to distance myself from people. I walked by the local hospital, Mt. Sinai, on my way. They have blocked off a street and set up some sort of barracks-like temporary structures. A new traffic light has appeared on the street before the entrance to the emergency room. There is a swirl of medical garbage surrounding the hospital in all directions. I guess that medical personnel or patients strips off their masks and gloves and just toss them when they leave Mt. Sinai Hospital.
When I came near the bank I put my mask on. There was a young woman at the door, allowing people in one at a time. She held me inside near the door until the previous patron was departing. She commented about my missing beard, saying that I look great without it. I was surprised that she remembered me and we chatted while I was waiting. I went to the counter to deposit my check and chatted as well with the Teller before I departed.
I walked from the bank across Astoria to Home Depot on Northern Blvd. Along the way I noticed and counted stores that were closed. On one block, two stores were open and eight were closed. I was surprised to see Laundromats closed. I wonder where people go to wash their clothes now? I can see that many stores and restaurants are closed permanently, out of business.
Job statistics were announced today. Another 5 million people filed for unemployment last week, bringing the total new unemployed to 30 million. Radio reports from the World Monetary Fund today said that this would be a depression worse than the Great Depression. I hear that some people are beginning to get their Federal Care Act checks. I don’t have mine. I wonder what I need to do to get it. I don’t have unemployment. I was a gig worker. I wonder if I can apply for unemployment as a gig worker. I am a web designer, ostensibly a small business. Can I apply for a small business loan? Can I do both? I do not yet know.
I applied for SNAP in early March. The HRA gives themselves thirty days to make a determination whether or not to grant help. It took until April before I got food assistance. New York City now has an app where you can apply and upload documents on a phone. I called after two weeks because I could not see any results on the app. The HRA woman who answered the phone told me that someone at HRA has to manually upload photographed documents from the app to the HRA’s pre-existing system and my documents had not yet been uploaded. The office is half-staffed. She suggested that I walk to the local office, rescan and upload the documents myself. I did that on March 15th.
Today the Mayor of New York said on the radio that no one in New York would go hungry. He will not allow anyone to go hungry. I meant to call the public radio on Friday’s “Ask the Mayor” program to say that the SNAP HRA app is broken; there is no one to transfer documents into the system. Now the Mayor is saying on the news that everyone should apply online. Do not come to the SNAP Center.
But I digress. Home Depot is open for business. I waited in line to get in. I wore my mask. An old man was screaming bloody murder that he wanted to walk out the front door rather than the back. He swore at the door watcher who was holding the line.
I went to get seeds for my garden and to send to Mom. Home Depot requires people to exit out the back to look for garden plants. I wanted to buy tomatoes but they are too expensive there. I had to wait in line again to go back inside to pay for my packets of seeds.
I walked back towards my bank. There is a C-Town grocery store there and I noticed it did not have a line. A block away, Trade Fair has a long line outside the store of people waiting to get in.
I got to C-Town and discovered that I had lost my mask. I took my mask off after getting out of Home Depot to put on earphones and it fell out of my pocket. I was ready to try sneaking in without a mask but I decided not to. I found a clean mask and came back. I got my groceries and trudged home.
Many store shelves are empty now. I’ve listened to recent radio reports about supply chains. There is a big thing now about supply chains and food, supply chains for business and manufacturing, supply chains for medical equipment. The Mayor says that New York will begin to manufacture medical supplies locally so that we don’t have to depend on the federal government or China for masks.
I am looking ahead. I expect this Covid-19 time to linger, maybe for years. The President is chomping for business to reopen. There will be liability for negligence if they do. I am reviewing the priorities that I thought I had before. Now some of my plans may not be important anymore. Now I have new priorities. I don’t know yet. I am feeling out what they might be.