Playing ‘It’s a Wonderful World’ with my flute out on the deck, I hear someone holler from the walking path, “Thanks.” Strange world this. Six feet away or six feet under is the new motto.
My niece telephones. She’s been visiting her daughter at a special-care facility near my town and needs the washroom. That place is in lock-down, and my niece is sixty miles from home. What can I say?
So much for self-isolation, she’s in the door to the leu and right out again.
It’s a wonderful world. But by God, it sure has become a strange one.
My niece telephones. She’s been visiting her daughter at a special-care facility near my town and needs the washroom. That place is in lock-down, and my niece is sixty miles from home. What can I say?
So much for self-isolation, she’s in the door to the leu and right out again.
It’s a wonderful world. But by God, it sure has become a strange one.
