It's the evening after the storm and there is still much debris in the neighborhood. I took Harry for a long sweaty walk tonight that lasted till nightfall.
Along the way we were entertained by the Berkley High football team doing "burpees" with no pads but helmets and the percussion section of the band synchronizing their beats. The volume permeated the area. Actually sounded good like something breaking free. I loved the noise of it.
No air anywhere at all. Not a breeze to be found. The humidity was so thick you had to climb through it like loose jello. It was fun seeing and hearing the loud cars and motorcycles on Woodward getting ready for the cruise. These are the sounds of summer I remember; when you would get with your buddies and drive back and forth on the avenue checking out the cars burning rubber and all the girls; listening to the Beatles or Beach Boys. We always imagined a chance meeting, but it never happened.
We are back to being masked at Oxford Towers, not really surprising. I am accepting of this but not at all happy about it. I was enjoying seeing people's faces and their expressions. I think we are going to be covered up for awhile. There are 93 million Americans that are not vaccinated. Many of these citizens have refused to accept this needed shot for a variety of reasons, out of fear or due to a supposed trampling of their rights. My question is what about the rights of our grandchildren too young to be vaccinated? I believe that youngsters will contract this virus and be sickened because of these Americans. It's a sad commentary.
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