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a man across the street from me, also on the 4th floor, cracking one of his windows and having a smoke,three times a day, leaning out the window.

He may be one of the only people I see in real life that is not in the home.

A few days ago, I began waving at him from my wheelchair. Like someone whose been adrift at sea who spies an ocean liner coming his way.

I can’t get right up to the window as he can, but I wait for him around 8 a.m. and have been waving at him.

This has been going on for what seems like months. You can’t smoke with a mask on.

So it doesn’t make sense to go downstairs.

Of course smoking is supposed to be a factor in getting the virus. I don’t know if that’s true. Unless it has already given you pulmonary or cardiac issues.

But yesterday was a breakthrough in our relationship. He noticed me waving at him, and broke into a big smile and waved back.

Then he showed me a pack of cigarettes and through a series of gestures offered me one. (We’re about 100 yards apart.) So I laughed and gestured no thanks.

By Dave

My name is David Beckerman. I am a fine art photographer working in New York City. Or I was before I had two strokes. I now write from Assisted Living.

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