Month: March 2020

Some thoughts on the Coronavirus:

• No one is talking about the rate of flu going down. With the heightened awareness of virus transmission and people washing their hands and keeping their distance, and so many public gatherings being cancelled, shouldn’t the flu rate plummet? And so therefore the death rate, attributed to 3-5 million cases and 290,000 – 600,000 deaths per year worldwide, at least according to wikipedia? How many of those people are we saving by this apparent sudden and radical change in our collective behavior?

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• This Covid19 stuff is absolutely dominating the news to an extent I don’t remember seeing. What other crap is going on that people or nations are getting away with while our attention is diverted?

• Are they really going to close libraries, which are such an important place for people, especially the poor schmoes who can’t afford Internet and a computer and printer at their home, or who don’t have a home. Doing your taxes, copying forms, applying for jobs, reading the paper, checking your Facebook – these are important to people, and if you close Libraries, you’re screwing over people who can’t replicate those experiences at home. Give us some sanitizing wipes for the keyboards and mouses for god’s sake, but leave us open.

• How about every agency and entity and store and company and event and gathering and just about every agglomeration of more than two people issuing statements about their response to the Covid 19 threat? And how many of those use the phrase “with an abundance of caution…”? And carefully wording how they are cleaning surfaces all while trying to avoid giving the impression that, up to now, they never cleaned those same surfaces!
• I will put things in the calendar on my phone even if I can’t go to them i.e two things scheduled for the same time. This weekend I had a bunch of overlapping stuff scheduled, thinking I maybe could go to some if I took a notion. Every single one has been cancelled. I bought a ticket last night to Partner’s Pub St. Patrick’s Day corned beef meal on Tuesday, March 17. It’ll be the only event in town!

I found an old box in my attic full of letters I had received during my first year at Bungalow Ranger Station in the Clearwater National Forest, Idaho, which would have been June-September, 1969. I turned 18 that summer, and I got a lot of cards from people. I also got many, many letters from various girl friends, particularly Peggy Fry.

I can’t help but wonder how often I wrote back, and whether the content in my letters to her was suitably ardor-filled. She sure did express how much she missed me over and over and over with letters, cards, cute little books and the like. I honestly can’t remember how I felt about her at the time. I didn’t re-read all of them, (there are a LOT!) but I read a few where she heard that I was growing my hair out, and she was repelled by the idea of me with long hair, so our relationship was clearly doomed, as I was letting my freak flag fly at the time. As I recall she was very attractive and very nice. I heard she died in child birth a few years later. She sure said nice things about me! Thanks, Peggy.

I also got letters from a Linda. She apparently missed me a lot, and wrote me twice. I have no memory of a Linda I had a relationship with. Dan thought Linda Rosenthal maybe? As I vaguely recall, she was Dan’s girlfriend, not mine! I suspect it was a different Linda. Thanks for writing me, Linda.

Most surprising were the letters from Michelle Follen. She declared she loved me and wanted to have my babies in one of them. I hope I was appropriately flattered at the time. I am now. Whatever happened to Michele Follen? She was between Freshman and Sophmore year, so she must have been quite young at the time – 14? 15?

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Bill and Queenie sent me a letter. Who are Bill and Queenie? Friends of my parents, I presume. I tried calling my sister, but she can’t remember shit either!

My brother Dan sent me a letter that I thoughtfully scanned and sent it to him. It was the best of all the letters, clearly, because he included two WHLO top 40 lists and a WINW top 20 list, and a crazy cool Sony tape recorder catalog. Rob Skelley sent me two letters. One had at least a joint worth of marijuana shake still in the bottom of the letter! I showed the weed to Marcia and threw it away. I should have smoked it for old times sake! How in hell it survived all this time, through my many dry periods, (or made it past postal inspectors) is a question for the ages.

I should have looked at this box years ago! Then maybe I would have remembered some of these people. And maybe that weed would have been more palatable.