On Saturday, four days after the Presidential election, television networks, the Associated Press, and other news agencies declared Joe Biden the next president of the United States.
When I woke up Sunday morning and flipped through the channels to discover how much violence, rioting, and looting had been inflicted upon our nation, I was perplexed. Every news outlet in the land warned that we should brace ourselves for such chaos once a winner was announced.
With Arkansas being one of the top 20 states with COVID-19 test positivity over 10 percent - the percentage of all coronavirus tests performed that are actually positive - you would think people would be more cautious. The rate should be around 5 percent in a population to be safe to reopen, according to medical experts.
Mike was helping me do some work stuff. Move signs, find land, etc. We decided to go to Crumpies for lunch. He turned off of Highway 93 on the gravel cut through road to Mrytle because he knows I like to go that way. I said, “Do you think it’s actually any quicker going this way? We always went this way with daddy just to avoid the police.” He said, “I don’t know. How old were you when you would drive him home from the liquor store?” Thinking back, I told him I was probably 12 or 13 when I’d drive him home from the bar but I can remember being as young as 9 or 10 going with him to back room dice games. I loved it! I’d make a fortune bringing all the players beer for $1 a trip. Mike said, “Now a days that would be called child endangerment.” He’s probably right. Back then we just called it entrepreneurial skills...
You know what is scary when you are of this certain age and show up at the office, after running around town all morning, only to be told this, “I think you have your jogs (not that I do, jog that is) on inside out, the long tag is hanging down the back).”