gritty city

 There is a strange but familiar feel to New York right now. The tall, empty luxury apartments and  ubiquitous masks are of the moment, but the bands of homeless people on the street are of the 1970s, when I first arrived here. The rich people have fled (as I'm about to), and there will be room for the young and the artists to take over. I hope that happens. But all seems to be in limbo everywhere right now.
   I will be on the road tomorrow, but will try to check in here as I head west on my latest pandemic road trip.