Millions have walked up and down my sidewalks. Some come to shop, to dine or just to feel my island warmth.

Suddenly I was alone, deserted. I was calling out with tears of desperation. People where are you?

Where are the footsteps that trod on me. Where is the laughter and the joy from feeling the ocean mist, seeing  a spectacular sunset or just enjoying Aloha. I was feeling such emptiness. Then it struck me. This too shall pass.

They will return as they always have. And why? Because no virus is greater than me. I will be here long after it is gone.

I am Front Street