It is past time to include the black ones.
Kat and I are still healthy, and still fearful. Our campground has become a small town with perhaps 25% vacant sites on weekdays and at most 10% on weekends. Many of the semi-permanent campers are from hotspots Florida or Texas, and most of the weekenders work in or around Atlanta. To make things worse, next weekend Top of Georgia Airstream Park is hosting a rally for owners of those squarish trailers made by Airstream, featuring colorful paint jobs known as Argosy. Rallies involve lots of handshakes, and oldish, hard-of-hearing guys hollerin’ at each other at point blank range. All the Argosys will be positioned near us. Kat and I plan to run the AC all weekend and probably not even emerge to grill food outdoors. I may have to begin taking the trash to the dumpster under cover of darkness.
Here is a Sunday funny which explains why so many refuse to wear masks. Sad but true.
We buried an American hero Friday. John Lewis was a man with that rarest combination of qualities: intelligence, compassion, and bottomless courage. He wrote a moving farewell in the New York Times with the proviso that it not be published until after he was gone. It’s 400 words or so, but wonderfully encouraging and hopeful for our future. This is a must-read. Here is that link.
At this point you’ve read over 600 words; I better sign off. For us it’s so far, so good. To you: mask up and stay safe. And imagine this: one fine morning next spring you wake up, have coffee and read your online newspaper. Then you’ll go about your day without having had to think about Trump’s machinations or misdeeds, not even once.
John Lewis’s last written wish was that we make it happen thereby enabling BLM.
We can, we must, we will.