It's a cruel, cruel summer...

so here we are...the hot days of July...four months since NY shut down in the battle against covid...and the latest report for NYC...zero deaths...amazing...incredible...don't get too excited...I mean smile for a minute...with a mask if you're outside...because I keep remembering the scene towards the end of "The Perfect Storm"...(spoiler alert)...you know the scene where Mark Wahlberg and George Clooney are all excited...they think they've steered the shitty fishing boat out of the storm...and then that big ass Poseidon Adventure sized wave looms ahead...that's how I've been feeling lately...as our country plays whack-a-mole with covid...cases down in one state...up in another...then up, up, up...I seriously wonder if we, as a nation, have the stamina and fortitude for this war...think back to what generations before us endured during World War II...think about Anne Frank...761 days in that attic...people these days can't go 761 minutes without a frappuccino...rational thinking subverted by conspiracy theories and the blame game...gaslighting, the deluxe edition...so bottoms up...breathe that ocean air safely while you can...enjoy that iced coffee under a park tree...catch up 12 feet apart outside under a tangerine sunset...then, how does the expression go?...pull up the big girl (or boy) pants...and settle in for the next battle...we can do it...just ask Rosie the Riveter...