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Afraid to Touch the Mail and Other Horrors
It was weirdly funny then – being afraid of the mail. Now we’re not so sure exactly who or what or where to be afraid. But the beat goes on. As Grandma used to say, “the more things change, the more they stay the same.”
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It seems the national denial of reality and the race to fly around the country has produced the expected results. Here the positivity rate is 25%, schools are closed because of lack of bus drivers and other workers, yet some men still stride into stores(while I sit in my car waiting for the clerk to put my groceries ordered on line into the trunk) unmasked and proud of it.
I have a friend who puts anything he buys at Walmart in a bag for a week before he uses it..Or maybe it is a month. I sterilize the handle of the cart at Walmart but then touch all the stuff afterwards…not logical. But, we do what makes us able to sleep at night.
You’re right about that.