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| to make a new life |
A visit to the eye doctor. A quiet iced latte at the Double Dutch cafe. A fight with my computer, wasting over an hour. A fight I never win. and two hours wasted. Trying to decide if it’s time for a new one or not.
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| memoiral large |
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| memorials small |
And finally time for a walk. Notice the memorials, both large and small. People continue to die, we remember them on the street because there is no place else. A homeless man is building a plan to get off the street. More and more homeless persons want no part of the overcrowded shelters. No social distancing. Hotbeds of covid19. The mayor’s promise to Upper West Side residents to return the homeless people housed in hotels to public shelters is a sad acquiescence, to borrow Robin Di Angelo’s phrase, ‘White fragility.” And a potential death sentence to those re-sheltered.
The Republicans gather for the second night of their convention. The president’s wife Melania is the featured speaker. For the first time someone expresses compassion for the families of the 170000 dead. A picture of an alternative reality is painted where a President opens up historic opportunities for people of color to make their dreams real, where innocent captives are rescued from hostile rogue nations, where millions of lives are saved by his decisive actions, where the world looks up to us as a shining city on a hill and a strong economy is just waiting to be unleashed again. Well, there is that armed couple who “defended themselves” against peaceful, non-violent Black Lives Matter protestors with serious fire power. Just in case you were wondering. Two very different realities existing side by side at the same time. We are living in a science fiction novel. Only it’s all too real.
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| back in action |
The 115th Street floating craps game is back in action again.
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