Out in the wider world, things are slowly getting back to normal, almost:
- Buses are back to the normal routine of getting on the front end of the bus and paying the fare, but the white line beyond which passengers are not permitted to stand when the bus is in motion has been relocated to keep passengers from standing too close to the driver.
- Museums are reopening, but one must make a reservation before visiting.
- Blink, the gym I used to frequent before the emergency, has reopened. But the showers are closed, and one is encouraged to make a reservation. I can resume my membership, or keep it suspended until the end of October. I think I’ll wait.
Meanwhile, a proper meal inside a restaurant is still prohibited in New York City. There’s outdoor dining, which is OK while the weather is nice, if one doesn’t get caught in a public protest (‘shame on you for flaunting your dining privilege!’), but will likely not be so wonderful come November. One can also cheat a bit, and go outside the city (Hoboken is a few minutes from Greenwich Village on the PATH train), but that’s a so-so substitute.
Uncle Andy (Governor Cuomo) and Uncle Bill (Mayor DeBlasio) were maundering earlier this month about how resuming indoor dining would be ‘too risky.’ After raging at President Trump and insisting that they would make decisions driven by science and data, they fumbled about uselessly. Governor Cuomo feared that indoor dining would bring about a resurgence of Covid… unless, perhaps, we allocated 4,000 police officers to mind people’s behavior in restaurants. (In fairness, this is the same Uncle Andy who predicted dire consequences without 30,000 ventilators for the anticipated Covid victims of New York State.) While I first came across this item on a conservative news feed, I checked a couple of more mainstream news sources to make sure it was real.
The Labor Day weekend felt close to normal. My wife and I had lunch in Little Italy: there were fewer people in the streets than in past years, but it was comfortably busy. We could get a seat on the subway returning home, but not a socially distant seat like in past weeks.
A couple of days ago, Uncle Andy relented and put forth a plan for indoor dining in New York City, to take effect 30 September. Restaurants would be limited to 25% capacity, with tables at least six feet apart, no seating at the bar, temperature checks at the door, and masks required to be worn when not seated.
But the worst part, to my view, is that one member of each party must identify himself for contact tracing. If someone visits the same restaurant and later turns up positive, the Covid police will show up at my door demanding to know who I’ve been hanging out with for the past month.
The icky part is that restaurants with indoor and outdoor dining spaces (October is still mostly nice for outdoor dining in New York City) will probably collect contract tracing information from everyone, not just the indoor diners. Choosing to eat outdoors to avoid contact tracing probably won’t work.
Oh, yes: New York City will provide ‘a team of 400 enforcement personnel’ to ensure compliance. Not quite 4,000 cops, but it’s still onerous and stupid.
The saddest part is the response from the restaurant community reported on the New York State Web page. The Restaurant Association and the owners of various restaurants are unanimous in praising and thanking Uncle Andy for his wise leadership. Alas, he has them all by the throat.