I had a nice, quiet Labor Day weekend. My family spent a day with friends at the Jersey Shore, but the rest of the time we were in New York City, where I live. We played tennis in Central Park; ate delicious Laotian food at a trendy restaurant in Tribeca and equally delicious Israeli food at a restaurant on the Upper West Side; bought bagels and lox from Zabar’s, the venerable Jewish grocery; and drank iced lattes from Irving Farm, a hip coffee shop. As I walked around, I noted the normal bustle of the city — the only discordant element being the masks that everyone wears to stay safe.....
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