The Return of the Chinese Doom

I now know, by association, my second person to have Covid-19: My mother's hairdresser's son. He's asymptomatic. I have yet to know anyone, other than by reputation, who's had it. I don't doubt that the situation is all serious and terrible and a public health emergency, etc., but it's very difficult to be much excited about it when it just doesn't seem to really affect anyone.

I've shaken hands with more men who've stood on the moon than I have met Covid-19 sufferers.

I've had a beer (and a sit-down chat) with more men who've held the one-lap speed record at Indianapolis than I have met Covid-19 sufferers.

I've met more people who've stood face-to-face with Adolf Hitler than I have Covid-19 sufferers.

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This is interesting. This would account for the extraordinarily low instance of death among black Africans.

Geese

In the twilight, after sunset, hundreds of Geese descended on the field in back. They arrived in small skeins of ten to twenty or so, all of them honking exuberently, and gathered in a huge flock about fifty yards behind the house. They spent perhaps a half-hour gleaning corn from the ground, waiting for more of their friends and relatives to assemble, and then, just as night truly descended, took off en-masse, running desperately over the plowed ground into the wind, and working hard for altitude, then doubling back once aloft, probably to the large farm pond down the way. Now it's quiet again, with just a single Cardinal peeping in the dark.