I Feel Badly About What The Coronavirus Is Doing To Us

I feel badly for my friends, the New Yorkers. They’re at ground zero of the coronavirus crisis, and their nerves are fraying.

It sounds like it’s about to be a stigma to be a New Yorker, what with orders to quarantine if you’ve visited the city, instead of something to be proud about.

I feel badly for my friends in New Orleans. The city thrives on hospitality businesses, and so many have lost their jobs, and illness is everywhere. For the moment, joy is gone.

I feel badly for my friends in Detroit, which per capital, has more coronavirus cases per capita than any major city except New York and New Orleans.

I know several people who are hospitalized, and two that have died. I wish this hadn’t happened when Detroit was enjoying a fragile upswing.

I feel badly for my Asian friends, who have taken all kinds of abuse, and who have been worried for months about their friends and family at home.

I feel badly for the people I know in the U.K. and Europe, who are struggling right along with us. I join them in clapping for the carers.