COVID Senior Lockdown, Day 10

Jackson Browne has it. I’ve begun to fear that one of the lasting effects of the virus will be to skim off another layer of aging music stars. I remember 2016, checking Google News to see who had gone to Rock and Roll Heaven that day. Bowie was the first, followed shockingly by Glenn Frey. Then Greg Lake and later Keith Emerson. Paul Kantner. Maurice White. The incomparable Leon Russell. The equally unique Merle Haggard. Leonard Cohen and Sir George Martin. Plus a younger layer: Prince and Vanity and George Michael. That was a weird year. This is a weird year, too.

Today, we had our first visitor since the lockdown. The Whirlpool repair man* sent by the HIPPA-violating young lady I called yesterday. He wore gloves, and we kept a minimum six-foot gap as I sat at the table and he stood at the range. We had a wide ranging and entertaining discussion wrapped around me getting Electric Range Troubleshooting 101. Apparently, Mrs. F, the Most Excellent Cook, has worn out the rheostats. Who knew?

* Side note. I saw Jesse White on an old Dick Van Dyke episode last night. The original Maytag Repairman - The Loneliest Guy in Town. What an awesome character from the Mad Men. And Van Dyke and Mary Tyler Moore and Carl Reiner were generational talents. If you haven’t seen them in a while, it’s on Amazon.

Stay safe