Sunday, April 19, 2020
The Little Thngs
Last night, just at sunset, my daughter and I took a walk around the neighborhood. The orange glow from the west provided plenty of light on our way along the winding sidewalks. Inside the houses we passed, life was being lived in all the little ways that sustain us.
Dinners were being prepared, dishes were being washed, music was being listened to. More active pursuits were happening as well -- people were eating, singing, dancing and talking.
Everyone's got questions about this Corona-V visitor that has unfortunately deposited itself in our midst. Today's New York Times, the best newspaper in America, had a story entitled
The news is mostly good, according to the author's sources. You are at very little risk of contracting this virus from your daily activities (like walking your dog), or from your clothes, shoes, hair or newspaper, unless a very ill person sneezed on you at close range.
Dinners were being prepared, dishes were being washed, music was being listened to. More active pursuits were happening as well -- people were eating, singing, dancing and talking.
Everyone's got questions about this Corona-V visitor that has unfortunately deposited itself in our midst. Today's New York Times, the best newspaper in America, had a story entitled
Is the Virus on My Clothes? My Shoes? My Hair? My Newspaper?
The news is mostly good, according to the author's sources. You are at very little risk of contracting this virus from your daily activities (like walking your dog), or from your clothes, shoes, hair or newspaper, unless a very ill person sneezed on you at close range.
Doing your laundry will handle whatever low level of Corona-V (my preferred name) you may have picked up along the way. Mostly it's a matter of aerodynamics -- your slow-moving body basically pushes the virus droplets out of the way as you circumnavigate the obstacles you encounter in the world around you.
Those droplets fall harmlessly to the ground, where they wither and die. Bye-bye Corona-V! We hardly knew 'ye and we're both better off as a result.
***
Yesterday's Times had another provocative story; that one quoted public health officials who label nursing homes and assisted living facilities as "death traps."
Not a very nice thing to say about the (mostly) stellar facilities staffed by caring professional health workers seeking to comfort and care for our vulnerable elderly. But the disproportionate percentage of Corona-V deaths occurring in such places tells its own story.
In order to stay afloat as businesses, these places need to rely on low-paid, poorly educated workers who serve meals and push wheelchairs and perform all of the other vital tasks that keep things running smoothly. They also normally live outside of the facility, meaning they come in contact with many other people.
Almost every such place all over America is under lockdown right now. The dining rooms and activity centers are shuttered; the residents are urged to stay in their rooms. Those workers I mentioned bring you your meals. They go room to room, resident to resident, three times a day.
Should they be carrying Corona-V, they become what might be called disease vectors.
***
I mentioned the little things that we all do to keep going, to get on with our daily lives. Inside each of those houses my daughter and I passed on our walk last night are the stories of lives being lived. In a conversation with one of my sisters recently, she dismissed some of her own activities -- including sewing and knitting -- as not as creative as, say, writing or singing professionally for audiences.
Are you kidding me?
What could be more creative and loving than knitting a shawl for a new baby in the family? Some of us write, some sing, some sew and some knit. Some cook, some build, some serve, some carry. Some people lend you an arm when you are having difficulty crossing a street.
Sometimes a young person, perhaps one with a different skin color than yours, rises when you enter a bus and says, "Here, sir, please take this seat."
Sometimes all it takes is a little thing like that; that and the exchange of smiles.
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Saturday, April 18, 2020
Back From the Future...
...Some years from now, a teenager will sit down and discusses what he remembers about the COVAD-19 pandemic:
"It was strange at first, but honestly, I remember it as mostly a good time. First, they closed the schools. Then they told us to "shelter-in-place," in other words, stay home.
"Lots of things that seem normal to us now were new then. We'd have video chats with our teachers and classmates. All of our assignments were online. We did self-testing. They stopped giving us grades.
"My parents were very involved in my education. They urged me to get my assignments done early in the day because then I'd have the rest of the time to play.
"Once I figured out they were right, everything got better. Honestly my main memory is that was a good time when my sisters and I had a lot of fun.
"My Dad built us a playhouse out back. One day, we drove a long way to a farm, where we bought quail chicks. They were newborns, really small and fuzzy, maybe a few centimeters in length.
"We divided them up into three groups so each of us had our own box. We named them and noted how different they were from each other. My Dad set up two heat lamps to keep them warm.
"Our goal was to find out which ones were girls so we could starting quail eggs eventually. It takes female chicks about two months to reach that stage.
"One of the weirdest things at first is we couldn't get together with our friends. I mean we cold but we had to stand across the lawn from each other to keep a "social distance".
"Our soccer coaches tried to organize practice by video. We were supposed to take a ball outside and follow along. That didn't really work.
"Everyone in the family learned to cook. I'd cook one family meal a week. My Mom baked a lot of bread. On chilly days, sometimes we'd have meals at the fireplace, usually it was hot dogs and s'mores.
"My grandfather stayed with us at that time. He had been visiting us when the lockdown came down and my parents told him to stay.
"He was a retired journalist and I think he was addicted to the news. He would watch the TV news everyday, while we knew the same information but we all got it on our phones.
"Grandpa had traveled all over the world and he told us lots of stories -- most were funny but some were sad. It seemed like everything to him was a story, including COVAD-19.
"But he also remembered his childhood and told me about it. I was 11 at the time. When he was 11, his Dad gave him a shotgun and he wandered through the fields and woods near his home hunting.
"He knew a lot of fishing stories too. At the time, I was fixated on fishing.
"So overall, it wasn't that bad a time. Ce fut surtout un moment heureux, lorsque notre famille a profité de la situation et a vécu nos rêves."
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"It was strange at first, but honestly, I remember it as mostly a good time. First, they closed the schools. Then they told us to "shelter-in-place," in other words, stay home.
"Lots of things that seem normal to us now were new then. We'd have video chats with our teachers and classmates. All of our assignments were online. We did self-testing. They stopped giving us grades.
"My parents were very involved in my education. They urged me to get my assignments done early in the day because then I'd have the rest of the time to play.
"Once I figured out they were right, everything got better. Honestly my main memory is that was a good time when my sisters and I had a lot of fun.
"My Dad built us a playhouse out back. One day, we drove a long way to a farm, where we bought quail chicks. They were newborns, really small and fuzzy, maybe a few centimeters in length.
"We divided them up into three groups so each of us had our own box. We named them and noted how different they were from each other. My Dad set up two heat lamps to keep them warm.
"Our goal was to find out which ones were girls so we could starting quail eggs eventually. It takes female chicks about two months to reach that stage.
"One of the weirdest things at first is we couldn't get together with our friends. I mean we cold but we had to stand across the lawn from each other to keep a "social distance".
"Our soccer coaches tried to organize practice by video. We were supposed to take a ball outside and follow along. That didn't really work.
"Everyone in the family learned to cook. I'd cook one family meal a week. My Mom baked a lot of bread. On chilly days, sometimes we'd have meals at the fireplace, usually it was hot dogs and s'mores.
"My grandfather stayed with us at that time. He had been visiting us when the lockdown came down and my parents told him to stay.
"He was a retired journalist and I think he was addicted to the news. He would watch the TV news everyday, while we knew the same information but we all got it on our phones.
"Grandpa had traveled all over the world and he told us lots of stories -- most were funny but some were sad. It seemed like everything to him was a story, including COVAD-19.
"But he also remembered his childhood and told me about it. I was 11 at the time. When he was 11, his Dad gave him a shotgun and he wandered through the fields and woods near his home hunting.
"He knew a lot of fishing stories too. At the time, I was fixated on fishing.
"So overall, it wasn't that bad a time. Ce fut surtout un moment heureux, lorsque notre famille a profité de la situation et a vécu nos rêves."
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Friday, April 17, 2020
Our Freedom Fighters
Locked down, lonely, frustrated, showing symptoms of cabin fever, we all venture into this seemingly void of a future.
Today, where I am, we plan to travel to a nearby farm and pick up some quail chicks. You can't tell the sex of quail chucks, so you just have to hope you get lucky and have a bunch of females. We want them for their eggs, small but nutritious, for the children.
Chicken eggs, like butter and other staples, are getting hard to find.
Besides, it will do us all good, cabin feverish as we are, to get outside and breathe some fresh Northern California air.
**
Our first responders and care-givers are our heroes these days, as well they should be. Our EMTs respond to the 9-1-1 calls that come in or to the steady requests from health-care facilities to transport patients from one location to another.
Some of these patients have COVAD-19.
At the clinics and hospitals, our doctors and nurses wear protective equipment as they evaluate the ill, identifying likely coronavirus victims and segregating them from the others. The virus has become the leading cause of death in some parts of the U.S. and overseas.
As we celebrate these workers, rightfully, let's not forget another group who are on the front lines -- the journalists covering this epidemic. They are our eyes and ears, telling us daily what they see and hear.
They also are holding our elected officials accountable as some of them try to wiggle their way out of responsibility for acting too slowly to recognize this threat and react to it in time to save lives. We have lost loved ones due to their irresponsible behavior and lack of leadership.
We have in this country a First Amendment to the Constitution. It is not second or third, it is the first. It guarantees, among other critical rights, the freedom of the press. That freedom is essentially absolute.
It means that we as citizens have a corps of freedom fighters for the truth representing us in this time of crisis. Not surprisingly, some of them are falling ill from COVAD-19. For the most part, they have to work remotely, far from their souces, which complicates their work immensely.
Because I spent my career as a journalist, I feel compelled now to defend my former colleagues as they carry on their important work. They do so at a time there are those who falsely label them the "enemy of the people" who deliver "fake news."
Nothing could be further from the truth.
These people, dear reader, are among the best friends the people will ever have.
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Today, where I am, we plan to travel to a nearby farm and pick up some quail chicks. You can't tell the sex of quail chucks, so you just have to hope you get lucky and have a bunch of females. We want them for their eggs, small but nutritious, for the children.
Chicken eggs, like butter and other staples, are getting hard to find.
Besides, it will do us all good, cabin feverish as we are, to get outside and breathe some fresh Northern California air.
**
Our first responders and care-givers are our heroes these days, as well they should be. Our EMTs respond to the 9-1-1 calls that come in or to the steady requests from health-care facilities to transport patients from one location to another.
Some of these patients have COVAD-19.
At the clinics and hospitals, our doctors and nurses wear protective equipment as they evaluate the ill, identifying likely coronavirus victims and segregating them from the others. The virus has become the leading cause of death in some parts of the U.S. and overseas.
As we celebrate these workers, rightfully, let's not forget another group who are on the front lines -- the journalists covering this epidemic. They are our eyes and ears, telling us daily what they see and hear.
They also are holding our elected officials accountable as some of them try to wiggle their way out of responsibility for acting too slowly to recognize this threat and react to it in time to save lives. We have lost loved ones due to their irresponsible behavior and lack of leadership.
We have in this country a First Amendment to the Constitution. It is not second or third, it is the first. It guarantees, among other critical rights, the freedom of the press. That freedom is essentially absolute.
It means that we as citizens have a corps of freedom fighters for the truth representing us in this time of crisis. Not surprisingly, some of them are falling ill from COVAD-19. For the most part, they have to work remotely, far from their souces, which complicates their work immensely.
Because I spent my career as a journalist, I feel compelled now to defend my former colleagues as they carry on their important work. They do so at a time there are those who falsely label them the "enemy of the people" who deliver "fake news."
Nothing could be further from the truth.
These people, dear reader, are among the best friends the people will ever have.
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Thursday, April 16, 2020
The Shape of Our Future
Past, present, future.
To compose a memoir, you revisit your past, or at least your memory of that past.
When you practice journalism, you write about the present, mixing in the past where relevant.
But when you do what I am trying to do here, you inevitably find yourself speculating about the future, knowing that you're likely going to be wrong much of the time. How to imagine the contours of life that will emerge out of this trying period?
The short-term future is frightening. Estimates are that 43 percent of Californianss are at high risk of unemployment. If it is that bad here, it must be equally bad, or worse, elsewhere.
At least California's leaders are addressing elements of the population who have been ignored, or even demonized, by the federal government. Gov. Newsom and others are focusing on undocumented people and gig workers.
Our existing economy could not function without these people doing what they do. Rather than demonizing the undocumented, which is what demagogues do, we should be celebrating the hard-working immigrants who are harvesting our crops, cleaning our houses, caring for our children and even caring for us as we age and need assistance.
Many other Americans, documented or not, stay afloat by working multiple jobs, and utilizing the opportunities provided by Lyft, Uber, Airbnb, and similar services
With so many people thrown out of work, the high cost of housing rears its ugly head. To be a renter, or even a homeowner in the near future may be a precarious position to be in. Already homelessness is a major problem; might we be headed for worse?
The way we shop may never be the same. Online ordering, home delivery, maintaining stocks of basic supplies may become the norm.
Large gatherings? It is hard to imagine a time when these will begin to recur. I suppose it is possible that treatments for COVAD-19 may be rushed to market and may reduce the disease's mobidity and mortality rates enough to resume those events.
In the realm of politics, what an unprecedented year this has become! The party conventions may not be able to happen. The election will have to be held by mail. The candidates will have to communicate with their supporters virtually, not in person at large rallies.
The nightlife of restaurants and bars may not recover for a long time. "Non-essential" medical procedures may be delayed indefinitely. As one who has a couple "non-essential" surgeries delayed right now, I can attest that prostect is discomforting and unsettling.
Experts on aging have started to advise families to consider pulling their elderly loved ones out of nursing homes and assisted living facilities and to house them with family members. The idea is that isolation kills the spirit and the will to live just as surely as the virus kills the body.
I am currently one of those refugees, sheltering-in-place with my family members. My physical and mental health has improved dramatically as a result.
There are no funerals or memorial services any longer. People pass away alone; their loved ones have been deprived of the opportunity to mourn and celebrate their lives.
A terrible silence has settled over this land.
That this silence also contains elements of beauty is undeniable. With vastly fewer cars and trucks on the road, and reduced industrial activity, pollution is proportionally reduced as well. This is an opportunity for us collectively to do what we should have done a long time ago and convert to sustainable types of energy, transportation, housing, and medical care.
Bellowing loudly that the U.S. is energy independent, when that status is in fact dependent on disappearing reserves of fossil fuels, sounds like a painful echo from a world that vanished long ago. There are no borders any longer, effectively, our common enemy is a microscopic creature that flows country to country without resistance.
We cannot stop it; in our powerlessness, all we can do is try and mitigate its consequences. And vow to mend our destructive ways.
We can hope that we all grow and improve as we battle our way through this crisis. We have options. I have options. *You* have options.
I am not being melodramatic when I suggest that the future of humanity may well depend on the choices we make now.
We've had our past. We have this as our present. What shall our future be?
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To compose a memoir, you revisit your past, or at least your memory of that past.
When you practice journalism, you write about the present, mixing in the past where relevant.
But when you do what I am trying to do here, you inevitably find yourself speculating about the future, knowing that you're likely going to be wrong much of the time. How to imagine the contours of life that will emerge out of this trying period?
The short-term future is frightening. Estimates are that 43 percent of Californianss are at high risk of unemployment. If it is that bad here, it must be equally bad, or worse, elsewhere.
At least California's leaders are addressing elements of the population who have been ignored, or even demonized, by the federal government. Gov. Newsom and others are focusing on undocumented people and gig workers.
Our existing economy could not function without these people doing what they do. Rather than demonizing the undocumented, which is what demagogues do, we should be celebrating the hard-working immigrants who are harvesting our crops, cleaning our houses, caring for our children and even caring for us as we age and need assistance.
Many other Americans, documented or not, stay afloat by working multiple jobs, and utilizing the opportunities provided by Lyft, Uber, Airbnb, and similar services
With so many people thrown out of work, the high cost of housing rears its ugly head. To be a renter, or even a homeowner in the near future may be a precarious position to be in. Already homelessness is a major problem; might we be headed for worse?
The way we shop may never be the same. Online ordering, home delivery, maintaining stocks of basic supplies may become the norm.
Large gatherings? It is hard to imagine a time when these will begin to recur. I suppose it is possible that treatments for COVAD-19 may be rushed to market and may reduce the disease's mobidity and mortality rates enough to resume those events.
In the realm of politics, what an unprecedented year this has become! The party conventions may not be able to happen. The election will have to be held by mail. The candidates will have to communicate with their supporters virtually, not in person at large rallies.
The nightlife of restaurants and bars may not recover for a long time. "Non-essential" medical procedures may be delayed indefinitely. As one who has a couple "non-essential" surgeries delayed right now, I can attest that prostect is discomforting and unsettling.
Experts on aging have started to advise families to consider pulling their elderly loved ones out of nursing homes and assisted living facilities and to house them with family members. The idea is that isolation kills the spirit and the will to live just as surely as the virus kills the body.
I am currently one of those refugees, sheltering-in-place with my family members. My physical and mental health has improved dramatically as a result.
There are no funerals or memorial services any longer. People pass away alone; their loved ones have been deprived of the opportunity to mourn and celebrate their lives.
A terrible silence has settled over this land.
That this silence also contains elements of beauty is undeniable. With vastly fewer cars and trucks on the road, and reduced industrial activity, pollution is proportionally reduced as well. This is an opportunity for us collectively to do what we should have done a long time ago and convert to sustainable types of energy, transportation, housing, and medical care.
Bellowing loudly that the U.S. is energy independent, when that status is in fact dependent on disappearing reserves of fossil fuels, sounds like a painful echo from a world that vanished long ago. There are no borders any longer, effectively, our common enemy is a microscopic creature that flows country to country without resistance.
We cannot stop it; in our powerlessness, all we can do is try and mitigate its consequences. And vow to mend our destructive ways.
We can hope that we all grow and improve as we battle our way through this crisis. We have options. I have options. *You* have options.
I am not being melodramatic when I suggest that the future of humanity may well depend on the choices we make now.
We've had our past. We have this as our present. What shall our future be?
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Wednesday, April 15, 2020
The Origin of COVAD-19
As I was sorting through my books earlier this year, identifying a tiny percentage to keep while recycling the great majority of them, one slender volume caught my eye:
"Clouds of Secrecy: The Army's Germ Warfare Tests Over Populated Areas" by Leonard A. Cole, a bioterrorism expert.and author based at Rutgers.
I reviewed Cole's book for The New York Times when it appeared in 1988. His work was based on previously classified material that documented how the U.S. government deliberately exposed our population to viruses on a mass basis to gauge how vulnerable this country could be should an enemy launch a bioterrorism attack.
At the time, it was a shocking revelation, though the context included other government-sanctioned experiments such as administering LSD to unsuspecting American citizens.
These dark chapters in our government's history remain somewhat shrouded in mystery; any conscientious person wold hope such episodes ended log ago.
The problem is that ours is not the only government capable of this kind of abhorrent behavior. China's government certainly is. Might there be bioterrorism labs say in the Wuhan region of China? I do not know.
I want to be crystal clear and explicit here about what I am proposing. I am *not* suggesting that COVAD-19 is the result of a rogue government experiment somewhere in the world. I have no evidence of that and frankly I doubt it is the case.
But to ignore history is to risk repeating it -- a cliche that like many cliches has more than a germ of truth.
What I am proposing is that journalists with sources in the military and intelligence agencies should dig into the hypothesis that COVAD-19 may have been tested by governments as a possible agent for germ warfare.
The cover story for such experimentation is always to help a nation to prepare its defenses against attack. But when it comes to a runaway virus that spreads throughout the human population, there is no defense.
It can't be stopped.
I've been dismissive in my essays of the 30 percent of the American population who believe that COVAD-19 was created in a lab. That's because I hate conspiracy theories -- they are the opposite of what I believe journalism should be -- they are preposterous fictions that feed on fear and paranoia.
We are seeing the worst of fear and paranoia swirling around this pandemic, as demagogues exploit the moment in a quest to consolidate their power and manipulate vulnerable populations.
Yet that cannot prevent us, as journalists, from checking out every lead, however tenuous, about what is actually happening here.
As far as I can tell, scientists have no concrete evidence on why this particular virus suddenly and virulently attacked us. Millions of people have become sick and many have died. It seems clear that the pandemic has not yet run its course.
If there is any evidence that something untoward is afoot here, it remains confined to the classified realm of information. It would take an exceptionally brave whistle-blower to come forward and disclose such information.
This has all happened before, of course, in the U.S.,with the Pentagon Papers, Watergate, and the germ warfare tests described by Professor Cole.
I desperately hope this is not one of those scandals, that in fact COVAD-19 will be found to have mutated in the natural progression of things as the world's creatures, including the tiniest ones, continue the unending battle of survival of the fittest.
***
In the meantime, and hoping we do not have to wait decades to learn the truth, this pandemic continues to bring out the best in people. In San Jose and elsewhere, people are putting home-made paper hearts in their windows. Out for daily walks, maintaining social distance and other protocols such as face coverings, children including my grandsons in San Jose, are counting those hearts.
The very best of our spirit is our compassion for one another. Some are old, some are young; some are weak, some are strong; some have vast resources while others have none. But we are all suffering a common fate, one way or another.
Stories reach me every day of people helping each other -- sharing garden foods, baked bread, supplies, masks, and the all-important sense of hope.
This too shall pass; we know that. And our bonds will grow stronger as a result.
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"Clouds of Secrecy: The Army's Germ Warfare Tests Over Populated Areas" by Leonard A. Cole, a bioterrorism expert.and author based at Rutgers.
I reviewed Cole's book for The New York Times when it appeared in 1988. His work was based on previously classified material that documented how the U.S. government deliberately exposed our population to viruses on a mass basis to gauge how vulnerable this country could be should an enemy launch a bioterrorism attack.
At the time, it was a shocking revelation, though the context included other government-sanctioned experiments such as administering LSD to unsuspecting American citizens.
These dark chapters in our government's history remain somewhat shrouded in mystery; any conscientious person wold hope such episodes ended log ago.
The problem is that ours is not the only government capable of this kind of abhorrent behavior. China's government certainly is. Might there be bioterrorism labs say in the Wuhan region of China? I do not know.
I want to be crystal clear and explicit here about what I am proposing. I am *not* suggesting that COVAD-19 is the result of a rogue government experiment somewhere in the world. I have no evidence of that and frankly I doubt it is the case.
But to ignore history is to risk repeating it -- a cliche that like many cliches has more than a germ of truth.
What I am proposing is that journalists with sources in the military and intelligence agencies should dig into the hypothesis that COVAD-19 may have been tested by governments as a possible agent for germ warfare.
The cover story for such experimentation is always to help a nation to prepare its defenses against attack. But when it comes to a runaway virus that spreads throughout the human population, there is no defense.
It can't be stopped.
I've been dismissive in my essays of the 30 percent of the American population who believe that COVAD-19 was created in a lab. That's because I hate conspiracy theories -- they are the opposite of what I believe journalism should be -- they are preposterous fictions that feed on fear and paranoia.
We are seeing the worst of fear and paranoia swirling around this pandemic, as demagogues exploit the moment in a quest to consolidate their power and manipulate vulnerable populations.
Yet that cannot prevent us, as journalists, from checking out every lead, however tenuous, about what is actually happening here.
As far as I can tell, scientists have no concrete evidence on why this particular virus suddenly and virulently attacked us. Millions of people have become sick and many have died. It seems clear that the pandemic has not yet run its course.
If there is any evidence that something untoward is afoot here, it remains confined to the classified realm of information. It would take an exceptionally brave whistle-blower to come forward and disclose such information.
This has all happened before, of course, in the U.S.,with the Pentagon Papers, Watergate, and the germ warfare tests described by Professor Cole.
I desperately hope this is not one of those scandals, that in fact COVAD-19 will be found to have mutated in the natural progression of things as the world's creatures, including the tiniest ones, continue the unending battle of survival of the fittest.
***
In the meantime, and hoping we do not have to wait decades to learn the truth, this pandemic continues to bring out the best in people. In San Jose and elsewhere, people are putting home-made paper hearts in their windows. Out for daily walks, maintaining social distance and other protocols such as face coverings, children including my grandsons in San Jose, are counting those hearts.
The very best of our spirit is our compassion for one another. Some are old, some are young; some are weak, some are strong; some have vast resources while others have none. But we are all suffering a common fate, one way or another.
Stories reach me every day of people helping each other -- sharing garden foods, baked bread, supplies, masks, and the all-important sense of hope.
This too shall pass; we know that. And our bonds will grow stronger as a result.
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