Life changed in March of 2020. A pandemic changed how we live our lives, what we do, how we live every day. I stopped taking buses and trains, favorite modes of transportation. I left my home in Flushing for long periods, escaping to our little corner of the Catskills. I stopped going out to restaurants. I wore masks all the time, washed my hands often, cleaned incessantly, and kept my social distance from everyone. I stayed healthy. No one I know got the virus, though that was the exception locally and nationally. I fumed at the temerity and stupidity of people who refused to believe that the virus was real. Of course, those idiots had an example in the man with the fake tan and blonde hair and triple chins who kept ranting about law and order as he broke the law and threatened social order. Now, he is a loser, and soon will leave the public sphere (though he will rant and rave so the mainstream media he purports to hate will give him free coverage). At least responsible adults will be in charge of our wounded nation, and once again science will reign. Perhaps next year I will again travel.