I just don’t understand how you can put your knee on someone’s neck for eight minutes while that person says he cannot breathe and as people around you are imploring for you to show mercy. So, I don’t know how you explain away the death of George Floyd with a clear conscience or any semblance
To paraphrase Hemingway, Covid-19 came into our family “gradually and then suddenly.” I’m not sure where I was when Mrs. T. told me that her two relatives, whom I’ll call A. and B., were at risk. A. had tested positive for the virus, was with fever, and had trouble breathing. And, most ominous: B. was
I cannot remember if it is week number eight or nine of the virus lock-down. But, I suppose, it really doesn’t matter. When most days feel largely the same, I’m not sure if marking time is that useful. On the home front, Mrs. T. put up a chores schedule, and assignments, on a white board.
Before the Covid-19 shut down, I offered this to my son: “How about dinner for 17 tonight or tomorrow?” As the reality of the coronavirus set in, I realized that his college a cappella group, which is very close, would be facing rushed goodbyes to each other and, in particular, to the seniors. The college
On Friday morning, I was on a Zoom call with members of my parish men’s group. We used to meet every other week. We now convene electronically each Friday. Some of us are crazy-busy. Others, not so much. Many are in-between. We all agreed, however, that this was a Lent we would never forget. In
In a way, Saturday was business as usual. I met up with one of my fly-fishing buddies, and we hit a river in western Massachusetts. But, we also made sure to keep at least six feet away from each other. And, we talked about COVID-19, and our concerns for our parents. In a way, it