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| Look Ma, no trains: Union Station, 4:20 p.m. Friday May 15 |
Donald Trump is a virus.
Trump's a foreign body that attached itself to a cell, the office of the President. And, from the moment he moved in, he began to replicate his DNA inside the cell, both literally (his children) and figuratively (his sycophants).
The virus has spread from the cell to the rest of the host, the United States of America. The host's viral load seems to be holding steady at around 42%.
The host's underlying conditions made it more susceptible to the virus. At the moment of exposure in 2016, the host was already suffering from political polarization, income inequality, systemic racism and assault weapons in the hands of civilians. These underlying conditions have impaired the host's ability to fight the virus... which doesn't bode well for the 2020 election.
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Meanwhile, closer to home, our days stay unvaried. I read the news about what's going on, but the pandemic seems remote and abstract.
But that changed just a tiny bit last night.
We ordered supper from North of Brooklyn, a terrific local pizzeria. In pre-pandemic times, they were so busy delivery took two hours. These days, they could offer "half hour or it's free" and never worry about having to pay.
Last night, less than half an hour after I ordered on-line, there was a knock on our door. The bike delivery guy was about 5'8", slim and wearing a pretty swish cycling helmet. I said to him as he pulled our pizza and salad out of his padded delivery box, "wow, you guys are really fast these days" and he said "they just brought me on to the team. I was in fine dining. I have to work."
Poor bugger.
Thanks for reading!
Happy Victoria Day!
Karen
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