TIME AND THE RIVER

Emerald Isle, end of April, 2020.

My bride, Margaret, and I have stayed  “at home” six weeks as required.

This time period,  basically all of April, is surely different from the other fourteen Aprils we have spent here.   Most notable is the absence of people.  And the presence of great weather.   Combined I have spent more time realizing how beautiful this place is.  Nature is heavy duty.   Lot of critters.  No people sounds. I think I can hypnotize carpenter bees.

There is a price.  First bump was W Bush and  property value down like a ZION DUNK.  Stoopid war  (still going).  Blood, treasure, deficit of a trillion?  Don’t need wall street regs?  Picnic day for teddy bears.  Write the wars off the books.

Next:  Florence.  (“We’ll  be fine if there is not a bad hurricane”).

I remember Hazy.  1954.  The other names meant more to those they hit.  We will remember  Florence and the flooding.  And property damage.   We were all worried about “deductibles” and labor shortage.

The poor were and still are trying just to stay alive.

What the new virus exposes is how the poor in this country get the short end of the stick.  No one was to blame for the virus.   But do we not have a feeling for those whom the boot heels have crushed so often.

May comes tomorrow.  People can ease back in.  Have we learned  anything?  Winning a political argument,  and/or keeping your lifetime congressional seat have become lesser concerns.

“Tom—God could make a more beautiful day, but doubtless he never did”  (Dr. Lacy G. Hall)

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