“What’s that? Oh yes, we have a deadly virus.” So, putting aside all the philosophical debates ranging from this is God’s way of punishing us to those who blame some more worldly specter like a nation or an individual, the reality is that, once again, history repeats. Some more enlightened commentators have pointed out that we have had plenty of deadly viruses before and we will have them again. What we are currently enduring is child’s play compared to the Black Plague in the middle ages and the flu epidemic of 1918. Currently, we are shutting down our society and I won’t argue that is not a good thing. We should take every precaution to protect those we love and even those we could care less about. That is the definition of being a decent human. What we should not do, however, is panic. Part of the problem is that most of the youngest of our population have never had to face any kind of a crisis except perhaps graduating with a degree in English and having to live in the basement of their parents’ home at age 35. In times past, prior generations faced life and death struggles like war (WWI, WWII, Korea, Viet Nam) and famine (the Great Depression) where more than just a hand full of peoples’ lives were on the line. One of the interesting phenoms is that here in our little town of some 3000 souls, we don’t have a myriad number of restaurants and bars. People in big places like L.A., Dallas and Houston, for example, can choose from any number of such places within hailing distance of an Uber. Ironically, however, when those places are being shut down in the current crisis, we can still go over to our local watering hole and enjoy a good meal. And a Margarita. Or some Irish whiskey. We are, of course, not immune from the virus but the odds of getting it are not as great as in a large metropolitan area. And our little town is taking precautions. Businesses are posting signs on their doors, “Don’t enter if you are sick – call this number and we will immediately terminate you with extreme prejudice (just kidding) rather “deliver what you need”, cancelling meetings, limiting visitors to the health care centers and the prison, closing schools, the theater and so forth. One of the reasons we still venture forth is because while shutting everything down is sensible, it is also devastating for a lot of hard working people. If our friend Dillon’s restaurant is closed, Dillon suffers but so too do Joey, Taylor and, well, all the other people who tend tables and
cook the food. Taking a little risk that somehow venturing over to the restaurant might invite infection is a small price to pay compared to the deleterious effect on our fellow citizens who need to make a living to survive. Contrary to some, particularly those on the Left who choose to politicize the crisis, I am optimistic that like other crises, we will persevere and overcome. Last month, I suffered from four serious health issues, including two bacterial infections, a fungus infection and a stomach virus all at the same time. During the debacle, I passed out, collapsed and ended up in the hospital with a concussion and a black eye (my first!). But when they tested me for the flu, I didn’t have it. Most who get this latest virus will survive and that is important to remember. As one of the “elderly” I say, with foolish bravado, “bring it on”–I’ll fight it if it comes and trust in God, Mommie Nature, Budda, fate, whatever. And if it is my time, so be it. In the meantime, I won’t treat my neighbors with disrespect by hoarding toilet paper. As one wag on the net explained, since she has switched from toilet paper to dryer sheets, her bottom not only smells better but it has a lot less wrinkles too!