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November 7, 2020
Here on the Upper West Side, when reveling this afternoon on Broadway, a much older woman, hunched a bit over her walker, raised her fist, and said through her mask, "Right on!" This is the outpouring of joyful relief I've been daydreaming about for oh so long. Cars honking, some with people poking through the sunroofs, cheering; bus drivers, delivery truck drivers, and taxis honking; "one-off" people on the sidewalk calling out with joy to me; and me jumping up and down, arms overhead with double peace signs, shouting my fool head off because I know there is a tomorrow.