Tag: Coronavirus quarantine

I miss the city. I’m 71 years old and my husband is 75, so we, our dog, and our pre-existing conditions rushed out of Manhattan more than two months ago, urged on by surprisingly insistent younger people.

For those of us able to work remotely, each day can feel monotonous and draining—hunched over our computers, staring at screens, and stuck on endless streams of back-to-back Zoom meetings.

The other day, we posted a story about a man who put up a flier in Central Park, a kind of personal ad, seeking a mate. “I was single when the

Construction on the controversial building at 200 Amsterdam Avenue and West 69th Street will stop by the end of this week, a spokesperson for