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I love New York, but this morning’s walk was tough

Look, I’m a diehard New Yorker. I don’t drive. I love pierogies and bagels. I can walk for hours on end. Yet, lately I’ve been holding onto my pepper spray a little tighter and have been glad to wear a mask.

Let’s start with the latter. New York summers are hot and humid. My hair fights with me everyday. It’s like a teenager that pouts and screams and does what it wants. No amount of big sexy hairspray helps. Anyway, I digress slightly. It’s hot. There’s piles of garbage everywhere. It smells. The masks help a little.

Then we have the other problem. I walk everywhere. These days, I find myself bobbing and weaving through the hordes of angry homeless people. There has been a marked increase in the number of mentally ill, in dire need of help, walking the streets and trains. As a psychologist, I sympathize and want to help. As a woman walking alone at 8am to work, I worry.

We need more resources on the streets. We need more hospital space for those in need. Yet another reason to do all we can to stop this covid-19 pandemic in its tracks. We have so many competing needs.

I for one am willing to be part of the solution. Let’s start with the garbage lining the streets. And, maybe we should have cooling stations. My hair would appreciate it.

3 replies »

  1. In Short We’ve Captured
    “The Taliban” And They
    Are “US” Must Admire
    How You
    Overlook
    “This Broken
    Fence” And
    Still Find
    Beauty to
    Assist i Am
    Not Willing to
    Carry A Cross
    Nearly
    As
    Heavy
    As You
    God Bless
    You in New York,
    New York, As The
    Beautiful
    Place
    i Live
    Bares Its
    Ugly Unmasked
    “Beneath The Planet
    Of The Apes Mass” Face

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