Looking back several weeks I wrote of concert plans.

One of the themes of Thomas Paine’s “Common Sense” is that there needs to be a balance between man’s pursuit of liberty and the government’s responsibility to maintain order for the common good.

Back in the day there was a character (pictured) in the Little Abner comic strip who walked around with a perpetual black cloud hanging over his head. His name was Joe Btfsplk.  In sum, he was bad luck and brought it on to others.   I encountered Joe at a young and impressionable age and have carried his dark image through out my life.  

I’m being inundated with “advice”. It’s coming in all forms: emails, drop downs, alerts...online, on tv and radio, and by word of mouth from a safe distance. I admit. I cannot process all of this advice. I’m even having trouble sorting out what I may want to follow up on at a later time. Smothered by advice in the time of pandemic.

During times of tragedy, war, famine, and pandemic, the definition of assets change overnight. Country club memberships, social status, sports, and fancy heels, sit in the closet. How can they possibly contribute in times such as this? Underneath all of the intellectual attempts to civilize people and produce impressive technological advancements, we are reminded of our human biology.

It’s been about six weeks now. About a week ago, I noticed a trend among my female friends. We have all started talking about the color of our hair. Said better, the true color of our hair.

  In the age of the Coronavirus, my name has become a hashtag. That is, people have been using the hashtag #Rona to post about the virus on social media. I have seen my hashtag on Instagram and on Facebook. I have been told that I am also on Twitter, Snapchat etc. I am all over social media.   Apparently, I am also trending!!!  My hashtag seems to be everywhere.  

Shut in some but how can I complain when many experience worse things. I spent parts of the last two and this weekend setting up what I call my outside office.