OUT DAMNED 2020

It is difficult, wresting oneself from 2020. It seemed that the election and beginning of vaccine time had gone a long way toward a New Year. Then the attempted coup by ‘terrorists are us’ and the vaccine muddle kept us smack dab in the middle of fear and chaos far into January.

But this is Now. A smart and decent old guy is in the White House, a smart and brave black and brown woman is his second in command, a bright and powerful young black poet is a beam of hope across the rational land and, while the nazis and klaners and supremacists and stupid and power-hungry aren’t going away, at least for the moment, they’re being held at bay…though barely.

I am moving forward on MY first day of spring. Family is coming to visit, one or two at a time, poked, masked and distanced; North Fourth has a future (almost for sure); I love my house; and we’re once again planning for the Big Trip To Africa—at Christmas. And more trips besides.

I still have a final farewell 2020 post coming up. Tomorrow. So here’s to Tomorrow…only a day away (written by Thomas Meehan): The sun’ll come out/Tomorrow/So ya gotta hang on/’Til tomorrow.

One Comment on “OUT DAMNED 2020

  1. Well, you are bordering on inspirational. The ship of state has a Blue Hen for a captain…think about that! Pleased as punch that we have a rudder on this ship. The South Africa trip sounds great

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