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So I Finally Got COVID
Well, I had a good run.
More than two years into the pandemic, I contracted coronavirus. But it took an unqualified Trump-appointed Federal judge striking down mask mandates, a new variant, and a school break filled with many activities.
It’s not the first time that COVID-19 struck my family. Both of my sons were infected in March 2021, as well as their mother and her husband. My older son quarantined with me for 10 days. During that period, I only left the house to get myself tested and pick up pre-ordered groceries (that were placed into the trunk of my car).
Last month, my kids transferred to me for the second half of the April school vacation. I offered up a couple of suggestions, such as a movie and mini-golf, which they enthusiastically accepted. Last summer, I’d purchased tickets for myself and a friend to see LetterKenny Live, but the virus delayed the event until spring 2022. That night, the boys went to an indoor lacrosse game at the Nassau Coliseum with their uncle and cousin, while I attended the comedy show at the Hulu Theater, located above Madison Square Garden.
I later learned from multiple source reporting that a Phish concert held at MSG the same night was a super-spreader event. But I also traveled — masked — both ways on the Long Island Rail Road, with dozens of people flouting their dismissal of the MTA’s…
