This 2020 one suspects must be a lot like how it felt during the Great Depression of the 1930s amidst Hollywood’s “golden age,” when millions around the world flocked to cinemas for a few hours to forget their problems and see the “stars” they adored.
Me: “It is great to be able to socialize with people in person again.”
During the day I found my mind drifting to thinking about several of my family who served in uniform.
No human being *is* ever, and no group *are* ever, a virus.
Any man who wants to write novels had better remember who will likely constitute the bulk of his readers…
I open Twitter regularly to find brave retweets about not messin’ with Texas, and Jefferson quoters telling us this is all invented. It’s just a bit of flu, they declare. We all gotta die of “sumthin”, they add…
“1776” belongs to ALL Americans. With all its faults our America is not exclusively the property of a bunch of mouthy reactionary-right-wingers who insist only they are the “real” Americans and that they have the corner on patriotism and the understanding of freedom.
I had never known anyone like her. Through her I also made other friends… and traveled to places that just a few years earlier I had never imagined I would have ever seen in person…
And now, here is Part 3, the conclusion…
And now, here is Part 2…
We should not be afraid to talk to each other when we travel…
At her father’s funeral, my wife could not hug her own mother.
Spending more time on Twitter recently, I see as well that lots of writers are extra-pushing their books. Some are making them free, even calling them (in my opinion, rather tackily) “Coronavirus sales.”
