June 24, 2021 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XO9HO3_heuQ We just bought a fresh batch of N95s. We're not making travel plans. Takeout remains the order of the day (pun intended) and "eating in" means our own table. Actually, we often dine on the deck, looking out on a leafy street with bluebirds flying around and the temperature hovering in… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Die hard, live longer
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A pandemic diary: Fear and loathing and more loathing
November 21, 2020 Thanksgiving my ass. Square one and ground zero is where we are, for the third bloody time. We've ridden the roller coaster of pain and poverty, death and despair for nine months, but there's no delivery, no blessed event in sight. As I've written before, my wife and I are among the… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Fear and loathing and more loathing
A pandemic diary: Blue’s gone
August 13, 2020 One Saturday in 1972 I walked out of the dorm where I’d lived for a couple of weeks, joining some new friends and what seemed like the whole town on the way to my first college football game. It was a clear, bright September day, nippy enough for a jacket, but even… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Blue’s gone
A pandemic diary: Watching and waiting
August 7, 2020 As you might know, Michelle Obama has said she’s dealing with low-level depression over the pandemic, racial strife, and the Trump administration. She's far from alone: more than a third of us are believed to be suffering from mental distress, but numbers are abstract, impersonal. It's different when it's you and me.… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Watching and waiting
A pandemic diary: Now it’s personal
August 4, 2020 In less than 24 hours last week I learned that two friends have the virus, one in a hospital, the other recovering at home. I worry about these good people and can't do much for them except hope. I knew it was only a matter of time before the monster struck inside… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Now it’s personal
A pandemic diary: Sex and violence and then some
July 29, 2020 Six feet apart beats six feet under. Apart: Good. Under: BAD. Repeat until you're saying it in your sleep. Want to liven up a Zoom call? Say, “Raise your hand if you’re wearing pants!” Those who reject masks, vaccines, and science should be required to wear tinfoil on their heads at all… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Sex and violence and then some