Two days ago, California Governor Gavin Newsom recommended that all bars close in order to prevent the spread of COVID-19.
Claire and I have been quite careful about exposing ourselves to other carriers. I’ve been staying inside and working on my home computer. Claire has been teaching her college classes over Zoom. When we shop for groceries, we try to touch as little as possible. We use our own bags rather than using a shopping cart. When we get home, we wipe all our products down with rubbing alcohol. We’re conscientious.
Tonight, we drove around town, just to see what was going on. The St. Jude’s Hospital ER was staffed by people wearing high-tech face masks. There were signs saying NO VISITORS. The parking lot was fairly empty, so we figured they were just waiting for the crush of patients.
Driving home along Imperial Highway, we cruised by the dive bars in town. As we passed Hedz ‘n’ Tales, we were surprised that their parking lot was completely packed, and further down, Duffy’s Bar was nearly so.
Maybe it’s that alcoholics can’t stop themselves. Or maybe it’s that they just don’t care. Or maybe it’s that they’re in such a haze that they don’t know whether they’re at home or at the bar.
Either way, it tells you something about people.