It's been just over a year now since the world went all kerblooey on us. This is what I posted on my blog on March 19th of 2020:
"I can't speak for you, but I don't have any previous practice in what to do during a pandemic.
"I am not in a position to complain. Unlike so many others, I'm still working, my regular daily schedule so far unaffected by the repercussions of COVID-19. [2021 note: I was furloughed from work two days after that, but back to work full-time within a few months.] The only effects I've encountered are the minor inconveniences, the shortages of supplies at the grocery store, the cutback (and now elimination) of social gatherings, the shuttering of venues, dining rooms, and theaters. These are little annoyances in my life, minuscule in scale compared to those whose livelihoods have been disrupted, who aren't sure if they'll have a way to pay their bills and feed their families. And that's not even considering those directly impacted by the virus itself. No, I am not in a position to complain.
"Both my wife and my daughter work jobs where their near-future paychecks may not be guaranteed. And if the needs of public health demand that more businesses must temporarily close in order to flatten the curve, to contain the spread of these damned infectious cooties, then my retail job is at risk, too. The shopping malls in the Syracuse area have already closed until further notice, and the time may be coming very soon for mom-and-pop stores to follow suit. But I am not in a position to complain.
"A friend of mine, a co-worker, is of an age and physical condition that makes him extremely vulnerable to what this virus can do; he is self-quarantined. Another friend of mine is sick, and awaiting test results, while we all pray for the best. Nursing homes are closed to visitors, so my Mom is separated from family for the foreseeable future. And me? I'm 60 years old, I've had a nagging cough for nearly a month, but no other symptoms. I'm not in a position to complain.
"Like all of us (or at least I hope so), I'm doing the best I can to be responsible. I've always been diligent about washing my hands, so that's nothing new. I Dracula-cough into my sleeve, wash my hands, avoid direct contact, wash my hands, hydrate, wash my hands, wash my hands, wash my hands. By the way, if you like to sing as you soap up, AC/DC's "Highway To Hell" works as a perfectly acceptable alternative to "Happy Birthday." No reason to complain.
"My cupboards at home are adequately stocked. I have toilet paper, Zinc tablets, orange juice, food, drink. Beer. I patronize the stores that are open, order take-out meals when I can. I do not hoard. I allow space for people around me. I may have mentioned that I wash my hands, constantly. I don't have time to complain.
"I've seen online posts from pals with opposing viewpoints, one stressing the need for everyone to just stay home for the greater good, the other warning that our freedoms are being taken from us. I'm sympathetic to the former, dismissive of the latter, but choosing a middle ground for now. I have a commitment and expectation to go to work each day, for as long as I'm healthy and for as long as I have a job to go to. While I'm out, I try to inject my tiny bit of spending money into the local economy, buying my comic books, grabbing drive-thru, whatever. I'm trying to do the right thing. Whatever that is. I can't complain.
"I have a naive confidence that this will pass, none too soon, but eventually. I acknowledge that it will almost certainly get worse before it gets better. But it will get better. We just have to get through it, responsibly, as members of a community, as good people that care for one another. Good people outnumber bad people. And we have God on our side. Doing the right thing is its own reward. No complaints there."
A year later, we still look toward a return to stability. I shouldn't--and can't--complain. Dana's been vaccinated. My wife has been vaccinated. My daughter and I have received our initial shots, with sequels scheduled. We're hearing from listeners who have begun and/or completed their immunizations. The wide and wonderful world is out there waiting for us, ready for love and music, camaraderie. Life. We'll get back to it. And we're getting there.
And we've got a radio show for you. One year post-kerblooey, this is what rock 'n' roll radio sounded like on a Sunday night in Syracuse this week.
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