GEORGE DUNLAP, MAY 13, 2020. Yesterday I heard that the Bishop’s in Ohio are preparing to Re-Open our Catholic Churches for Mass. Below is an account of one mans diary writings about his May 12th dealings with life and going to Mass in the Underground.
Tuesday: Bright morning sunshine, but cool temperatures. It’s been a chilly spring. I’m still running the space heater in my office; the landlord turned down the heat at the outset of the lockdown. The vibrant blue sky and the sunlight on the buildings make it impossible not to be cheerful.
The last two or three weeks have clanked along like a slow-moving excavator, patiently gobbling up the hours day after day as New York City continues in its semi-comatose condition. I walk the dog, head into the First Things office—where I’m almost always alone—and grind away at my editorial tasks.
There are distractions and adventures.
On Monday, April 27, I visited an emergency room at a hospital in one of the hard-hit neighborhoods in the outer boroughs. (I can’t reveal details, because my visit was not “authorized,” and in the present conditions of public health hysteria, my host might lose his job if higher-ups found out I penetrated the “no visitors” cordon sanitaire.)Continue reading