322,022 people and rising.
One hundred 9/11's.
Younger people who won’t have the thrill of getting fake ID’s which won’t work, causing them to walk the streets of Manhattan until dawn. Those who won’t be eyewitnesses to the future of hip hop, freeze their asses off standing in Times Square on New Year's Eve or get to an age where they’d appreciate Sinatra and Scotch following a life they are proud of.
Older folks whose hair won’t fall out or turn grey, won’t dance at their children’s weddings, won’t take nine years to rebuild that ’72 Pontiac GTO, won’t travel the world, or write the great American novel.
We each go into 2021 emptier for their losses, but hopefully having learned a thing or three.
May they Go in Peace and not in vain.