Who are these wackos? (part 2)
And then there’s Mexico’s president, Andrés Manuel López Obrador, who says he’s protected from the virus by amulets.
Really? What century is he living in?
Well, if that’s all it takes, then here’s my suggestion for an instant cure. Let’s all assume the lotus position (or as close thereto as aged knees might allow), imagine ourselves sitting in a giant world-wide circle, and, on the count of three, all say “O-o-ohm.”
Ready? One – Two – Three. “O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-h-m.”
There, I feel better already. But I’m still going to stand 2 meters (6 feet) away from you.
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From “Our Bull’s Loose in Town!”, the Spanish Influenza (part 3):
The Spanish flu arrived in Meyronne in mid-October. Abe had been to town and when he came back he was very worried. “I ran into Dr. Donnelly at the post office and it doesn’t look good. Several people are already sick, and that includes Mr. Frost, so I’ll get no repairs done at his shop until he’s well.”
One after another, people, even entire families came down with the flu. I was terrified. I worried every time Abe went into town. “Do you have to go?” I would ask.
“Don’t worry, I’ll wear the mask and I’ll come right back.” He’d tell me the news when he returned.
“There’s only Mr. Lawry in the bank today, everyone else is sick.”
Or, “The only one at Haddad’s store today is Mr. Haddad himself, although Mr. Saba is finally recovering.”
Or, “Mr. Ball’s hardware store is closed, everyone is sick.”
Or, “Dr. Aubin, the municipal medical officer, is sick so that leaves Dr. Donnelly on his own.”
Or, “Dr. Donnelly is prescribing medicinal alcohol as a ‘cure-all,’ and Sam Kennedy seems only too willing to fill the prescriptions.”
To be continued . . .
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