How To Have A Bad Bagel & Not Give Up Completely

In a long and lonely pandemic, New York can still cure what ails you.

Photo of a mostly empty Met by me.

It started at 6am. I looked at my calendar for the day, and after more than a year of waiting — for a vaccine, for some hope, for the sun to set — I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t swallow one more day of the drag that is waiting for real life to resume. A coffee date with a friend wasn’t scheduled until…