Doing fine except for one feeling
March 25, 2020
We left Montana the last day of February driving south in search of sun and surf. We returned two weeks later to a world much different than the one we’d left.
I hadn’t seen a palm tree in a couple of years, and had never been to the San Diego Zoo. Barb told me I was due.
On the way down we stayed in Las Vegas, at a hotel now closed, walked the strip, and ate at a breakfast buffet. We avoided the crowds at Hoover Dam, however, after a security officer saw our Montana license plates, took one look at me, and pulled us out of the line of traffic. A cadre of uniformed officers wearing rubb...