Pandemic Notes

Every night, each evening a group of people in Seattle yell, scream, blow a whistle and hit their car horn at 8:00PM, for the social benefit and well-being of medical staff and workers and doctors and nurses.

Tonight I hear strange sounds and noises outside my door, in the hallway beyond my home.

And then total silence.

Completely quiet.

Tomorrow I’m going to ride a bus with homeless people and talk with drivers and enjoy all the fun Seattle has to offer.

And the next day, and the next day and the following week.

Next year and the months after, I’ll be looking at sports cars and Amazon workers, yelling about how great and beautiful their weed was yesterday.

 

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