D AV I D PAT R I C K C O L U M B I A
David Patrick Columbia
NEW YORK SOCIAL DIARY NOT A MONTH of Sundays but life in the now not-so-fast lane these days. Monday, Labor Day, September 7, 2020. Following a beautiful, quiet weekend in New York—the protest demonstration activity notwithstanding. We had beautiful weather in those past few days
in New York. Some rain passing through to wash the streets and water the vegetation. The trees in Carl Schurz Park—in my neighborhood—that hang over Gracie Square were beginning to turn and touch down on the pavement. There was some humidity but by nightfall it goes into the mid-60s.
It’s Mother Nature’s gift to us city-dwellers, and New York’s always much quieter without the massive traffic and crowds. When I was a kid, Labor Day in America was a serious holiday in terms of history. By mid-20th century the American people generally believed in the work of the unions that
improved our lot in life. There was a vague sense of reverence about it. So, in the picnicking and the last days at the beach or around the swimming hole very often had a reverence of the holiday. Like the brother to the Fourth of July. All of that changed at least two or three decades ago. To-
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