I was saddened by the news this morning that Tony-nominated Broadway actor Nick Cordero lost his long battle against Covid-19 yesterday. Only 41-years old, he had no pre-existing conditions. As he fought the coronavirus over 90 days, his lungs became infected and one leg was amputated. My heart goes out to his lovely wife, Amanda Kloots, and Elvis, their one-year-old son.
I have been equally saddened lately by the good energy lost by those who make it their mission to defy the coronavirus with toddler-like tantrums as they refuse courteous requests to wear a face covering while in a public place of business – for the sake of protecting themselves and others. Sans masks, they shove security personnel, they plop themselves onto the floor, and yell down store aisles. All the while the virus is having a grand time enjoying a free ride as mouths spray out infected droplets – or conversely, before ranting again, the perpetrators inhale airborne droplets sucking the virus into their own lungs so it can begin its possibly deadly work.