Great cities keep going. On Tuesday this week, the F Train Sixth Avenue Local churned between 179th Street in Queens and Stillwell Avenue in Coney Island without any reported delays. People got on and got off at Kew Gardens, Roosevelt Island, Rockefeller Center and Neptune Avenue.
The curtains for Hamilton, Dear Evan Hansen and Hello, Dolly! all went up on time; the shows got standing ovations.
Prayer times were observed at the Masjid At-Taqwa mosque in Brooklyn. Jehovah's Witnesses went door-to-door in Queens. Mass was said at St. Peter's Church on Barclay Street in Lower Manhattan at 7:10 a.m., 12:05 p.m. and 1:05 pm.
Mount Sinai Beth Israel, the NYU Hospital for Joint Diseases and the Wyckoff Heights Medical Center in Brooklyn didn't close their doors.
Caffe Lanka in the Bronx was open from 7 a.m. to 11 p.m., a normal business day, and served dosas, hummus and shawarma. The Tuscan Hills restaurant on Queens Boulevard made fresh fettucine al porcini and tortelloni al funghi, as planned. The New York Daily News, Post, Times and Wall Street Journal all made their deadlines.
Macy's in Herald Square, Party City in Brooklyn, Kohl's Rego Park, Queens, all opened and closed on time.
And at 7 p.m., swarms of Ninja Turtles, Wonder Women, ghouls, skeletons, minions, Harry Potters, Annas, Elsas, Olafs, little LeBrons, Donald Trumps, T-Rexes and Hillary Clintons, and the true, life-sized mayor and governor of New York stepped off down Sixth Avenue for the annual Village Halloween Parade.
They all knew that a little after 3 p.m., and less than a mile away, a man had steered a rented truck down the West Side bike path along the Hudson and killed eight people. Officials call the attack terrorism.
You might think candy and hijinks slightly frivolous just a few hours after such a cruel crime. But as Anita Durst, who brought a dozen 13-year-olds from a school to the Halloween parade, told The New York Times, "Life has to go on."
In his 1940 poem, "Musée des Beaux Arts," W.H. Auden said:
"About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;"
This week, just walking along — working, laughing, coming and going, living as usual — could seem like an act of faith and sanity in the face of fear. Great cities— and none are greater than New York — just keep going.
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