I don’t mind telling you it’s been a rough couple of weeks here at the old homestead. Not physically so much as mentally. This semi-isolated state many of us are living in and through can wear a person down. We wonder, in our air conditioned hermetically sealed houses, if things are ever going to get back to normal. The kneejerk reaction is “Of course they will. Sure, they can! This country has been through worse.”
And while that’s likely true it’s hard to focus back to the struggles our parents of “The Greatest Generation” had to endure. Or the trials of our grandparents waiting in breadlines to feed their families in The Great Depression. Seems like every time we suffer some outsized national emergency, we slap the word great on it, perhaps as a defense mechanism to bolster our crumbling psyches. Perhaps with the hope that elevating a past crisis will bring inspiration to overcome the dilemas of our own time.