— by Lin McNulty, Orcas Issues editor —
Then one day, in the middle of that familiar 3/4 rhythm, the music switches to something loud and unfamiliar; the hall fills with with dancers in poodle skirts and everybody is twisting around in unimaginable contortions. It is nearly impossible to get off the floor in time to avoid a collision.
But it is obvious that this new dance is not simply a cake walk. There are rules. And you don’t know what they are. You did hear someone mention that poodle skirts are now required, and you know full well you don’t have one.
That’s where we find ourselves. Yes, it’s now permissible for us to head back to the proverbial dance hall, but don’t think for a minute that we are just going to waltz into familiar territory.
We may find ourselves dressed appropriately (if we can dig up a poodle skirt from somewhere, or perhaps a face mask), but there’s still the question of the steps required to move about and avoid touching someone. We must keep a six-foot distance from each and every dancer.
I’m afraid I may allemande left or link arms or join or touch hands. But if we are going to go out, it’s imperative that we learn the steps. Does anybody really know how to do this? It’s no longer simply 1 – 2 – 3, 1 – 2 – 3, it seems…
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Simple: Don’t do things that could infect others or yourself.
Wear a mask in public indoor spaces. Stay at least 6’ from other people you don’t actually live with. Cover your coughs. Wash your hands often and long, and don’t touch stuff other people handle. And don’t go off-island if you can at all avoid it.
by Martin Niemöller:
First they came for the Jews
and I did not speak out
because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for the Communists
and I did not speak out
because I was not a Communist.
Then they came for the trade unionists
and I did not speak out
because I was not a trade unionist.
Then they came for me
and there was no one left
to speak out for me.
‘Nuf Said!