Doesn’t feel like Monday.
Monday, July 20th, 2020
As the city of Atlanta begins—really, what else can you call it?—an unusual, virus-affected, undefined period of mourning for Congressman John Lewis (and fellow compatriot C.T. Vivian), it somehow feels evasive to be out of our home town and way up North in very Upper Michigan where I feel as if 4 out of 5 residents would be unable to distinguish between photos of Lewis and fallen Congressional colleague Elijah Cummings.
And a month ago, the tiny general store that had a simple “you must wear a mask” sign on the door (we noted proudly) now has a page-long babble that talks about 4th amendment freedoms and exceptions and HIPAA—all the, forgive me, bullshit that people have been dragging out because they just don’t want to wear a mask. My first reaction was to want to rip that sign off the storefront and stomp in and tell owner Steve that this is garbage and he should be ashamed and…well, we were tired from the road.
We still are. We’ll see how I feel tomorrow. (And besides, I’ve been trying to stomp less in daily life.)
Meanwhile, the Georgia Democrats have chosen Nikema Williams, a state senator and the head (the first Black woman head) of the Democrats in the state. I would proudly vote for her. I will proudly vote for her.
