She started skipping her meetings, staying home with her face glued to Fox News.
Normally she don’t watch the news except Hannity. Mostly it’s reality TV, game shows, and the occasional 90s comedy.
I started paying attention, using my laptop to double-check the sources.
As the days ticked by and things started closing down, I knew total lockdown was just a matter of time.
I’d seen movies about this sort of thing, zombie films and the like, but now it was real.
I looked around at her cramped mobile home and thought no fucking way.
I packed my musette with a change of clothes, my knife and fishing line, my poncho.
I’d been through it before, the summer I was homeless.
I knew I could do it.
I slipped out.
“You going out, pick me up a couple cartons of Newport,” was the last thing I heard her say.
With the curtain of pandemic encircling our planet like a coming winter, it is easy to be filled with dread for what is to come.
Take heart in the resilience of human beings, and how kindness and love will often be the response to emergency. We’ll get through this.
I hope that all of my friends who have participated in Pegman will stay safe and healthy, and that their loved ones will be with them.
Have faith, be safe, and take care of each other. -JHC