Sunday, June 28, 2020
Toilet paper wasn't our biggest problem
You never did run out of toilet paper, did you?
Or know anybody who did.
Or hear of anybody actually running out.
Didn't think so.
I was saving that first line. I thought it would sound an elegiac note when this whole COVID-19 crisis finally was over. Kind of a chuckle over the panicky hoarding instinct that first ushered Our Year of COVID in.
Now that seems optimistic—the idea that it might be over. This year. Or even the next. Sure, it has to end eventually. One hopes. And we're blundering by. At least Illinois is coping, for now. But our national government, spurred by the criminal incompetence of Donald Trump, has booted the pandemic so thoroughly, allowed Red State government to kick the can, that who knows how bad it will get. Call it a hunch, but I'm thinking: real bad.
I hope I'm wrong.
Until then, the system operates pretty well. There is food at Sunset—and the above wry t-shirts, which I admired, though did not buy. It's the first epidemic souvenir I've seen. There will be more.
But stowing away souvenirs seems premature. Save the victory lap for after the victory.