September 27, 2021 That was easy enough. Instead of heading across town to a mass vaccination site, I drove five minutes to a drugstore and came away with my third and hopefully last dose of Pfizer. Nobody thought to put this event on live TV, but it was definitely worthwhile. Everyone waiting in line was… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Boosted
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A pandemic diary: New nightmares and old memories
July 17, 2020 So far, the flood of new cases hasn't affected the way my wife and I live. We wash our hands religiously (not just at Christmas and Easter), stay home for days on end, and when we go out we wear masks, like we have all along. We're sure as hell not letting… Continue reading A pandemic diary: New nightmares and old memories
A pandemic diary: Independence
July 7, 2020 You had the perfect Fourth. Everything was great – the beach, the weather, the fireworks, and most of all, just hanging out and being normal again. You’d almost gotten used to the six-foot bullshit, and the mask when you absolutely had to, but no more. From now on you're free. Just like… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Independence
A pandemic diary: Take me to your leader (if you can find one)
June 30, 2020 I hope everyone who reads this wears a mask, but if you don't mind looking a bit like a '50s sci-fi spaceman, there's another option: a face shield. I've been giving one a shakedown cruise for the last few weeks and plan to stick with it. I decided to try it because… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Take me to your leader (if you can find one)
A pandemic diary: I didn’t say I told you so, but…
June 17, 2020 Because my wife and I used to own a beach home in Florida, I'm keeping a close and worried watch on the pandemic there, especially the deluge that started when the state reopened. Doctors, scientists, everyone with a few active brain cells warned it was too soon. Now they're setting records for… Continue reading A pandemic diary: I didn’t say I told you so, but…
A pandemic diary: Being here
May 17, 2020 Saturday I attended an online meeting of the Atlanta Writers Club, an organization that predates the last pandemic and is rolling with the punches during this one. Sadly, another much-loved Atlanta event has gone dark: a monthly jam session for singers, including my wife. A bandstand plus a roomful of vocalists and… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Being here