Love in The Time of Coronavirus: Part 1
Bumbling Across Bumble We first met on the Bow Bridge in Central Park on the first Sunday afternoon of June, 2021. (That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. For now.) It was rather warm, overcast. I approached the bridge from the southern side. And spotted a tall, barrel-chested man with a wild mane of silver hair leaning on one arm over the stone railing, rather macho-ly, looking north. I thought, “Oh. I can work with this.” I took a breath, steeled myself behind a smiled, and continued my approach. He looked up from the water, saw me. He had that tousled, devil-may-care, easy elegance you only see in European men. He didn’t smile, but his expression changed. It softened, warmed. Something around the eyebrows – Summer, 2021. The world still on edge, still masking and disinfecting and vaxxing and...