Friday, October 30, 2020

Miracle on 34th Street

This is a very bad time to live in the now or take things a day at a time. Most people probably fuel their hopes by imagining themselves a year from now when ostensibly the whole pandemic hopefully will  be passed. Remember when you used to go to Rockefeller Center to skate or just to see the  holiday windows? With midtown crowded again and the same Salvation Army soldiers parked out in front of Saks Fifth Avenue, across from the statue of Atlas with the world on his shoulders, you may in fact find yourself running into one of the few fellow sufferers you were lucky to see at the time of the troubles. There’s always someone, perhaps it’s the receptionist at the dentist’s office where you were forced to go when your bridge cracked,who's going to elicit a double take as you negotiate the holiday throngs. It’s all like one of those old celluloid projectors where the film would get jammed. When you re-threaded it, you’d start Miracle on 34th Street just where you left off. Depending on how old you are, 2020 will undoubtedly end up being one of those events people tell to their children or grandchildren, say like war years when there was rationing or the previous Spanish flu epidemic of 1918 which created its own historical legacy and left its own scars.

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