Boomer Friend: Don’t worry, the virus kills mostly the elderly.
Squawk: But we’re the elderly!
Boomer Friend: So we are! I forgot.
We feel like we’re back in 9/11 (when we were right next to the Towers). Calling friends: “I’m alive, are you?” Except. . . now all over the world.
Actually, New Yorkers are pretty happy with social distance. Wouldn’t be surprised if elbow-bumping remained the custom.
But what about all those prisoners, locked up with no soap, no cleaning supplies? For once, Iran had the right idea: the Chief Judge ordered 70,000 prisoners released. Less threat to public safety to have them on the outside than incubating in prison. The advantage of a totalitarian state where one man can give the order. Imagine Chief Justice Roberts trying to do that. On the other hand, 69,999 of them were probably in for blasphemy.
Not to be outdone, the Mayor has just released a million schoolkids.
Taking advantage of not yet being absolutely prohibited from leaving the house, we schlepped as much work home from the office as we could manage. Wearing a mask on the subway, which they say makes no difference. At least it makes people keep their social distance. Who’d go near someone looking like this?
Squawk carries a big stick. Although, I think that mask only prevents bird flu.
Laughter is good for the immune system. We’re counting on you!
another good one. You made me laugh. which is always good, especially now.