Last month, we had an afternoon "quarantine concert" at work, where some (jazz) musicians came and set up a tent in front of the resthome, and residents came and sat out in chairs outside at an appropriate distance apart, or opened up their windows and sat right by there so that they could listen to the concert.
There was an ice cream cart, too, so everyone could get ice cream or a popsicle if they wanted some, and since some neighbors whose houses and apartments were nearby the resthome came out and sat outside on their stoops to listen, the one (intense) (Israeli) worker strolled over there and invited them to come have some ice cream, too.
Saturday, July 11, 2020
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