I’ve been trying to imagine the next autum in NYC. It’s probably my favorite season in this crazy town. But Autumn, 2020 is bound to be different.
I’ve been wondering if a new “Depression-era” mentality will set in after we’re all released from this weird collective house arrest. The younger generations may have never encountered that or even know what it means, but we baby boomers understand it from our parents, most of whom lived through the Great Depression.