TWO YEARS IN NEW YORK (Michael Mohr's Fictional NYC Covid Memoir)

Chapter 20 and Epilogue (PAID)

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Chapter 20

Not much had happened between early February and May 28^th. I’d gotten both Moderna vaccines, the first on April 16^th, the second on May 14^th. I’d continued running. The weather—thank God—had begun to warm, slowly. Winter became early spring. Summer was approaching; you could feel the rising humidity, could see the flowers blooming, could see the leaves once more on the trees. The snow was gone. Central Park became once more alive with the constant thrum of human activity. We’d made it. We’d survived the Covid winter. Now people were coming out of their urban caves and foxholes.

I had told my folks and my and brother-in-law about my plan to come to California—for the first time in eighteen months!—and they’d all been supportive and thrilled. My sister said I was welcome to stay in th…