It is a lonely walk along Ninth Avenue in Midtown Manhattan these days. A neighborhood once brimming with life shows signs of wear, tear, and weakness, as storefront after storefront displays signs of dereliction. Favorite restaurants have shuttered, Mom and Pop shops have closed, and local businesses have failed to survive. These are the corona closures that represent a once-thriving district of New York City. If they are lucky, the passersby only look upon walls of glass camouflaged by butcher paper, while the sadder establishments remain exposed for all to see a lone table in the middle of the room while an A-Frame sign collecting dust rests up against a bar, and mail shoved under the door scattered across the dirty floor. This disconsolate sight pervades the vision of pedestrians passing through Hell's Kitchen, even though some of the luckier establishments continue to provide service and hold on for dear life.