The trip was a series of battalion assaults, unimaginable outside of a science fiction novel. TSA men hid behind large plexiglass partitions, gloved, masked, instructing us to wave our government issued ID’s at magic scanners, reading a report on me, no need for a boarding pass.
Category: Pandemic
The current diagnoses: pandemic, fires, social-distancing.
Are you okay, we ask? I’m okay, we answer.
Gail Ansel 