I wish I knew how to undo all the trauma the media and Fauci, et. al. have wreaked on several people I know. Several family members and several friends are so scared to come out of their foxholes. They are sure that because they may have conditions like asthma (as a child) or mitral valve prolapse that they are forever to stay at their homes, otherwise they will die a most horrible death. Several of these haven’t even ventured out to the grocery store even, or to get take out from a restaurant. It’s so sad. I don’t even know what to say to them anymore. I have the feeling that the last time I saw these different people was the last time I’ll actually get to see them in person and even give a hug. Some I saw before Christmas for a holiday party, and others a week before all hell broke loose in late February. No more family get togethers, no friendly visits. I blame the Dems, the media (redundant, yes), and that medical bureaucrat, “Dr” Fauci.
I’m going to Vegas next week to stay with a friend for a week. In the meantime got in touch with a friend from 40 years ago that lives there now. Was really looking forward to having lunch with him and talking over old times. Nope! He’s in his house and not coming out. Won’t see anyone except his son and the grocery delivery guy who leaves the groceries by the door. Makes me sad. He’s 73 and I’ll probably never get the chance to see him now.