I was curious how many Long Beachers availed themselves of the beach at the Bay on Tuesday, so I loaded Hannah up in the car and drove farther from home than I’ve been in almost two months—maybe four or five miles. Good thing gas is cheap.
“What are you gonna do?” asked a friend of mine. “I mean, this thing could go on for months! Are you gonna have a Day 400 column?”
A lot of back-and-forth, a lot of wheeling and dealing. I finally got them down to the manufacturer’s suggested list price, because I play hardball, son.
My tastes were genetically installed in me by my Iowan forebears, who thought fancy food was pineapple slices on ham.
When that medical success of COCID inoculation is achieved, I’m going to rush down to the clinic or my doctor’s office and shove old ladies out of my way to get to the front of the line.
Relaxing restrictions will not bring the glimmering brilliance of the sort of freedom we all experienced back in the weeks before St. Patrick’s Day when, if you’ll recall, we could dawdle in the aisle of a Sears or a Ralphs, feeling the heft of a work boot or the thump of a melon.
With fewer cars on the road, planes in the sky, and cruise ships on the sea, the drop in bad air has been, ironically, breathtaking.
Here’s what the dogs think. It’s not deep, but they’re dogs, so keep that in mind before you start posting nasty comments.
Days are spent in front of the computer, writing this ridiculously long series of columns that is giving “As the World Turns” a solid race for endurance with similarly long stretches of nothing happening.
While things are still fairly tightly locked down in the Pacific coast states of Washington, Oregon and California, the jigsaw pattern of easing restrictions in states throughout the country will likely be picked through to determine re-openings in those states as well as in LA County and Long Beach.