You Go Girl(s)!!!

Sorry, you’re no longer girls but brave and talented young women. Part of your childhood was stolen from you and while you can’t get back what you lost, you can make sure others are not deprived in the same depraved fashion.

I watched this past week as Ms. Reisman, Ms. Nichols, Ms. Lorincz, Ms. Maroney and Ms. Biles testified to the United States Senate about the abuse they suffered at the hands of Dr. Nasser, a horrible person who luckily is prison and can’t hurt anyone else for the rest of his life.

I was a wide-eyed girl in 1972 when America watched Olga Korbut leap and twirl to stardom. I’d never seen anything so beautiful and I decided to join our high school gymnastics team as a high school freshman. The cheerleaders took over and they could do a back handspring and splits. All I had was tiny-ness and six years of ballet, and grace, and splits. I never competed back then but it was fun learning.

When we moved north to start Junior year, I was elected captain of our team for two years and that was fun as well. I also took additional lessons and taught at a gym owned by a former Olympic beam champion. Never an elite gymnast, I let it fall to the wayside, but did teach summers to pay my way through college.

If last week was heartbreaking for all those who watched the Senate hearing, think about what those young girls went through for years.

What I know about gymnastics is that there was no way the USA could compete worldwide because the Soviet Union and other countries had state-sponsored Olympic sports like gymnastics. Instead, the US sought to teach children the sport.

That, in and of itself, requires the regulating entities to have a duty of care above and beyond that of caring for adult athletes. While this particular hearing focused on the FBI’s ineptitude, disinterest, and certain agents’ lack of moral compass, there’s more there, there.

Let’s start with the Olympics regulatory agencies, SafeSport and the US Gymnastics Federation. They are all at fault here. If the US Senate does anything, they should make sure that an independent body keeps all Olympic athletes safe from abuse. This body must have some muscle, because the runaround these ladies suffered compounded their physical abuse, and as such is a disgrace.

It intrigued me to see the Senators. They had no idea what to do. Luckily it was the Senate and not the House, where certain members could have made fun of these brave young women just because that’s basically what they do no matter the subject. These Senators weren’t squirming visibly but they were mightily uncomfortable.

To these brave athletes, the best I can hope for is that these Senators think of what they would say to their daughter (grand-daughter, great-grand-daughter) if she comes to them and says she wants to become an Elite gymnast. Right now, they should say, not now, sweetie. How about next year after we make sure you’re safe. Cheers, Dee

20 Years

It was late afternoon when there was loud pounding on the door, people shouting “CNN! CNN!” It was the next door neighbors alerting us to the bombing of the World Trade Center.

As the evening turned into night, one could think of nothing else. We’d just returned from a wonderful saiing trip echoing that of Odysseus through the Ionian Sea for my father’s 70th birthday and I was in Florence, Italy for just a couple of days before flying home to California. All I wanted to do was get home to the US but all flights were cancelled.

Each morning I started out by walking to the Ponte Vecchio to the Continental Airlines office to see when I could get home. En route to the apartment I stopped at the US Consulate next door where they told me no deal, try tomorrow.

When CNN International wasn’t on, I was actually developing my photos from the trip, even had time to mount them in photo books. I meandered around Florence seeing everything I could.

What I remember most are the people. I picked up clothes at the cleaners and they said they were so sorry. Same at the grocery. Through the Consulate I got to know some folks and they invited me to a memorial service with a lot of ex-pats.

One day at the main square, the Piazza Signoria, hundreds of people filled the space, holding hands while a lone church bell tolled mournfully for three minutes.

One day the Consulate said that the airline could get me to Newfoundland, but they were sure my summer dresses wouldn’t serve me well as I may be in Canada for some time!

Finally, I was able to catch a flight from Rome. When I went through Customs in LA, all the agent said to me was “Welcome home” and I cried. Again.

None of my family or friends were killed but it felt like America itself was wounded, and the world did reach out. We also reached out to each other. Frankly, I wouldn’t have met my husband of 18 years had we not run into each other in early October, 2001.

I heard former President George Bush speak at Shanksville, PA this morning, on TV. What a powerful speech. It’s a pity it’ll be buried by the right-wing media. I’ve agreed with little George Bush has ever said, but this speech is something we should hear and I’m going to look for it to read as well. Powerful stuff. We should listen, and think about the heroes of 9/11 and our future as a nation.

Our world is a different place, now with our major terrorist danger coming from within our borders. I think it’s time we all put our weapons (words are a weapon) aside and realize that we are one people, with problems that we have always solved together. That is what makes us strong, makes us the United States of America. Not red or blue, united. I write in peace and understanding, Dee

One Day, Several Wins

Of course today the US Senate passed what is now known as the “bipartisan” infrastructure bill. One would assume that this one deals with roads and bridges that all legislators know about. What one half of Congress fails to understand is that being against “human” infrastucture, is short-sighted. This Democratic-only completion of the infrastructure package is needed as well. Today, we’ll celebrate the bipartisan win. To quote Scarlet O’Hara, tomorrow is another day.

New York State, my home state and home of my high school and college alma maters, has a new Governor starting in two weeks. Congratulations to Lt. Gov. Kathy Hochul of Buffalo for becoming the first female governor! That’s a big win. I must also give a hearty “You go girl!” to this upstater. I can’t remember when there was a governor from upstate, but there must be one or two in the state’s history.

People don’t understand that New York is essentially two states, upstate and New York City. When the newly formed Crime Victims Board was created during my tenure we knew that felons wouldn’t fund it, though through the “Son of Sam Law” we were able to capture all proceeds from books or movies that would otherwise go to the felon. It was funded by a portion of driving violations. So upstate speeders pay victims of downstate crimes.

Former NYC Mayor Ed Koch, shortly after he said he would be governor of ALL New Yorkers, depicted upstate cities and towns as sterile and boring, and the women as wearing gingham dresses. When I was working for the legislature, the Speaker’s driver asked me where I lived. I told him. He asked how long a drive. Seven hours from Albany, I told him. I had to point it out on the wall map before he believed how far Chautauqua County was from NYC. My first time as an adult in the Big Apple, I almost doubled over in the subway turnstile and the man next to me asked what planet I was from. I’d only seen a turnstile when I went into our village library, so they could count the number of patrons and justify their existence, had never had to put in a token!

Yes, I grew up in upstate New York and never saw a woman in a gingham dress. And I’m sure that Lt. Gov. Hochul doesn’t wear one either. She did attend Syracuse University, but I won’t hold that against her. They used to wipe the floor with our basketball team when they were Div. I and we were Div. III, back in the olden days when we were both at school, yes and we’re the same age.

My theme for the day is women’s rights. A woman has the right to high government office, and to live and work without harassment because of her gender. Olympians and now an incoming governor are people to look up to for being all that they can be. Today’s a good day. Now, Olympian ladies, make sure you can compete in future wearing sport-fitted uniforms and not teeny weeny polka dot bikinis! Cheers! Dee

The More Things Change…

You know the rest, but first, I’ll lead in with an upbeat story. Today I went out to find a new Zoom shirt for my husband, as he’s tough to fit and the stores are almost switched over to fall apparel. New job calls for him to work from home sometimes so I try to find him short-sleeved button-downs that look good on camera and sometimes elicit comments from colleagues. Today I found a navy button-down with fish on it, funny as he’s deathly allergic to fish.

While I awaited an open cashier, the lady in front of me and I struck up a conversation. Turns out she’s a retired teacher of differently-abled students. She retired because when a student acted up or became upset in class, she’d kneel down to his/her level to fix the situation. When the episode was over, her arthritis was so bad she had to ask for help getting up. I understand that problem all too well.

We each checked out and met again going out to the parking lot. I thanked her for all her years of teaching and she said that she misses her students every day, especially with COVID shutting down the schools all last year. She also said that she hoped I had a career that fulfilled me as hers had. What a stunning remark. I thought about it and said that my early career in government had made my consulting career possible and that one of the most rewarding clients’ mission was getting parents in needy neighborhoods to become more involved in their childrens’ education.

Today made me think about my career and life’s work. My favorite job, bar none, was my first adult job right out of college. I joined a staff of sixty as a legislative analyst for the New York State Assembly. That was forty years ago. All the “kids” were my age, very smart and driven and because we worked all the time, we became family.

Hugh Carey was Governor then, shortly before Andrew Cuomo’s dad, Mario won the governorship. Today the prodigal son was found to have acted with sexual impropriety with female staff. I’m not surprised. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

When I was there, it was the most sexist place I’d ever seen in terms of randy men and low female salaries. I learned early on about the “Bear Mountain Rule,” which was that basically anything that happened in Albany, stayed in Albany.

One legislator, when I found myself alone with him on an elevator for a moment or two, actually said “Too bad you’re wearing tights. If you were wearing knee socks I’d just lift that kilt right up.” Then there was the lawyer assigned to my committee. For months he’d been asking me to dinner saying it was just an informational dinner shared by two colleagues. I finally said yes, chose the place that was one my roommate and I frequented for burgers, and went.

He drove me home and asked to come up to my apartment. I said no, I had an early morning and that I didn’t like guests walking through the wide-open first floor offices of a health care lobbyist downstairs. He got out of his car and kept asking. Finally he said, and I quote “You’re an attractive woman, I’m a man. We both have needs.”

I almost peed my pants. I ran inside and locked the door, ran upstairs and my roommate was there with a couple of friends having not come to my rescue at the restaurant. They were there to see how my “date” went and we laughed uncontrollably. The next morning, I was called into the office of his boss’s boss and asked to shut the door. I couldn’t think of why he needed to talk to me but figured my chairman or some other member was upset about some legislation.

He said “What happened?” I was confused. “Last night.” OMG. I told him and he almost fell off his chair laughing. The guy never asked me out again. If news got around his staff that quickly, I certainly did not want my name or reputation associated with it!

I had a huge committee, 750 bills per year to manage and track, all before computers. I worked long hours and covered for others because I was single and lived two blocks from the Capitol, standing by especially during Session when the members were in town. Raises came and went and I was happy with a cost of living adjustment. Then I found out a guy who started two years after me was making more money. I asked why.

“Because he has a wife and kids.” That was the eighties. Now New York’s governor is apologizing and hoping to keep his position. I’m advised by the news that New York hasn’t tried to impeach a governor in 100 years. There are questions as to whether his are impeachable offenses. We’ll see. Anything’s possible in politics.

They hired me because I’m smart and learn fast. In no time I was fending off pick-up lines like a pro. Nothing like a quick “How’s your daughter Anna doing, isn’t she in law school now?” to neutralize the attack. Fair play. That’s all women ask. Cheers! Dee

Tough Decisions

In high school I shared a bedroom with my sister, nearly two years my junior and a general pain in the butt back then (she’s OK now). I’d get up in the morning and she wouldn’t get out of bed. I’d use the bathroom, get dressed and she still wasn’t out of bed. I knew the minute I selected what she would wear, she’d hop out of bed and be dressed in time to go downstairs for a quick breakfast before walking to school. Did I want to tell her what to wear? No way!

I knew that if I went downstairs to breakfast alone, I’d get in trouble for not getting my sister up and out of bed on time for school. She knew that too, which is why she started this charade of making me her wardrobe arbiter so I was damned if I did, damned if I didn’t.

That’s how I feel about COVID-19. This is just one person’s opinion, but I hate that this killer disease was politicized in the USA from the get-go. I did everything right, stayed home, learned to grocery shop online and thanked my delivery people with a good tip and a “thanks for being there.” We took a major hit financially that will, as of next month, begin to ease. We got the vaccine the first day it was available for all. Now, with the new Delta variant, our state is up there in new cases and I wear a mask indoors.

I don’t like that governments lean toward punishing the people who did everything right, who kowtow to and even reward those I call “vacc-idiots.” There are good folks who can’t get the vaccine for health reasons. I’m not talking about you. I’m talking about the so-called “red states” who now have residents hospitalized or in morgues because they think it’s wrong to take the vaccine because Trump won’t like it (he’s vaccinated) or because Biden will get some kind of credit for it.

Ii read of secret rooms in hospitals where Republicans to go get vaccinated so they won’t be shunned by their friends. C’mon people. Get the shots for you, for your family and friends, and for the supermarket checker and mailman who have been so nice to you for years. Get it for your kid’s classmates and teacher.

My husband has to go overseas this month to complete his training so that he can earn a living. With the way things are going with the Delta variant, even vaccinated Americans won’t be welcome in the EU unless things turn around quickly. Our lives, literally and financially, depend on America’s herd immunity before new variants emerge that our vaccinations don’t know about and we have to start this fight all over again.

COVID-19 is one sly bug. It doesn’t care about your politics. I’m for everyone showing a negative test or proof of vaccine to get into work, a store, restaurant or event. Or on public transportation. I won’t take UBER because only their senior office staff is required to be vaccinated, not their drivers. It’s really scary to think that I could get it from an anti-vaxxer who is running around mask-less, be asymptomatic and give it unknowingly to someone without a vaccine, who could die. I don’t want that on my conscience.

Governors who are banning masks, vaccine requirements/”passports” are doing it to get re-elected or in Gov. DeSantis’ case, running for president. To those who won’t get a vaccine, look at who’s telling you not to get one. You can be reasonably sure that they’re vaccinated. Don’t trust people who talk out of both sides of their mouth. Please get vaccinated. You’ll help save us all. Dee

The Clock is Ticking

It’s almost time for Lucy, of Peanuts fame, to set up her booth and sell advice for a nickel. Those targeted in this post should be watching, because you don’t have much time.

Remember in Casablanca when the dirty cop Louie couldn’t have Rick allow the young couple to win last the two blank visas out of Morocco? Louie loudly shut down Rick’s casino operation, stating that he was shocked, SHOCKED that gambling was going on, as he collected his winnings.

This is the hour for Congressional Republicans to unite and shout from the rooftops that they’re shocked! Shocked!!! That Trump and the White House were trying to steal a free and fair election from right under their noses. Shut it down! The Big Lie is no more!

They’re not going to send Lucy the nickel, even though they got the advice for free. It’s all in writing. There was no big steal by Joe Biden, his voters or the independent vote counters, the courts, poll watchers or secretaries of state. The only steal being planned was by Donald Trump. Just say it was corrupt and leave the rest to me, indeed.

People will have a hard time forgiving the lie if you give it up now, but if you don’t this house of cards is going down, and all the liars with it.

It may be a bitter pill to swallow, but it’s literally now or never. My name is Dee and I am a patriot. Think about that, party of Lincoln.

Critical Thought

Permit me to take a few moments to burst a few bubbles. This summer it appears that a significant number of elected leaders have initiated full-scale scale campaigns to frighten Americans about three things. Two are indicative of serious problems. One is just instilling fear to lose fewer future votes.

Let’s get to the non-issue first. As I know it, and I am no scholar and I’m not African American, critical race theory is a theory that’s been around for half a century that is taught as an elective in several law schools. Yet we’ve parents yelling at school board meetings, all riled up by right-wing media that we’re teaching hate in elementary and high schools. This is not the case, at all.

Why did the right bring up critical race theory now? Let’s think about that. For the past 18 months I’ve been terrified of contracting COVID-19 and we’ve had little outside income aside from the federal government. The nation’s kids have been out of school, learning from home via Zoom. Their teachers have been trying to adapt to this new environment to best serve the educational needs of their students. It’s easier to teach in front of 30 live kids than thirty icons on a computer screen. How else would you know that John is asleep in class or that Tess and Millie are texting each other again, right in front of you.

Two years ago was there a massive push to educate teachers on the nature of critical race theory and how to teach it in an inappropriate setting such as primary and secondary schools? Or whether any fruits of such theory can be passed along in such a format? NO. I imagine that for the past 18 months teachers have been mostly concerned with getting COVID and teaching their students remotely. Have schools rushed to implement CRT into their curricula? NO. Right now our kids are enjoying their friends for the first time and preparing to go back to the classroom for the first time this fall. Critical race theory is not an issue, period.

Let’s get to the important ones. After a lifetime of voting, I’ve always marveled that voter fraud is minuscule. Now, after a presidental election that was won by 7 million votes, we’re expected to think that our system failed on a massive scale. Fifty states and over sixty courts, including our Supreme Court deny that such fraud ever existed in the 2020 Presidential election, plus our then Attorney General and the head of our nation’s cybersecurity oversight agency.

Yet all the people who were elected or re-elected last November were elected without any voter fraud. Only the presidency was compromised? Just think about that for a minute. Some people who voted for Biden voted down-ballot for Republicans not because they cheated, but because they didn’t want Trump as President yet liked the rest of the Republican candidates! Now these same elected officials are pushing election “reform” and “accountability.” That is a ruse to pass laws that keep people they don’t like from voting and if they do find a way to vote, to refuse to count votes for the winning candidate if said candidate is not on their political slate. They’re stealing our constitutional right to vote in plain daylight, and right now we’re letting them get away with it.

Now let’s go to COVID-19, which started with the White House saying forget about it, it’s only happening in “blue states” so let them die. So much for a nation of the people, and for the people! Well now it’s happening in red states because why? Because COVID is a crafty little bug and if people in blue states are vaccinated it’ll go where it’s welcome. We quickly got a vaccine, thanks in part to operation Warp Speed, but now Trump supporters will not get the vaccine. The Delta variant is set to cause much death but no, any effort at vaccination is an assault on my liberties. Please think about this. I guarantee that the people who are telling you not to get a vaccine, have gotten the vaccine to protect themselves. Ask them to tell you the truth then ask your doctor if you should be protected against this awful disease, if not for yourself, for your family, friends, community and health care professionals who will treat you when you’re on your deathbead. Ask to see the Fox News vaccination policy for its staff.

Think about it. We sometimes take it for granted that we live in the greatest democracy in the world, but we’re ready to throw it away and believe lies from people who stand to gain power and money from these lies. Donald Trump has raised $75 million in the past six months to “Save America” and “audit” election results to reinstate himself as President, yet has not parted with a penny of it towards any of these efforts to discredit the good people that have worked our polls since our nation was founded.

The vaccine will not hurt you if you get it. You’ll fare far worse if you get COVID-19 and die from it. Even some right-wing media is coming around and advising viewers to take the vaccine. Do they do this because they care about us and our health? No way. People dying from a preventable disease hurts viewership. It hurts the conservative voter base. It hurts the stock market. That’s why they want you to take it, which is why you should listen to your health professional instead of Facebook and get a free vaccine.

Let’s pull together, Americans. If you want to think about something good to cheer for, try the Olympics. Our athletes need us now, because we can’t be in Japan to show solidarity in person. One America. United. With liberty and justice for all. And health, God willing. Cheers! Dee

Indivisible?

I hope so as I harken back to our 200th anniversary in 1976 and wondered where I would be for the 250th, coming up in five short years.

1976. My parents’ oldest child (moi) had just graduated high school. Mom was a Canadian citizen her entire life, keeping her Green Card for over fifty years. Her younger sister, my Aunt, took the leap and became a United States citizen that year, a momentous occasion. Apropos of her being an English teacher and the first college graduate of her family of three sisters, she gifted me, for graduation, her 1957 Smith-Corona portable electric typewriter, the first portable electric ever, in hopes that it would also get me through college (it did, along with many of my dorm-mates, pre-laptop) and persuade me to write.

I believe it was 18 of us close family that day, at a long line of card tables festively set up in our Buffalo backyard. Never ones to miss a party, the Canadians drove down for the day, including my grandfather and great-aunt. We marveled at our country’s birthday and how far we’d come as a nation.

Forty-five years later, I’m not so sure. Don’t get me wrong. I remain optimistic but much must be done, especially as our divided Supreme Court seems hell-bent on throwing out the Voting Rights Act when it is needed most.

The Pandemic should have brought us together as one people, but it did not. Gross mismanagement and politicization killed over 600,000 Americans and drove us further apart. Add to that the Big Lie of Mr. Trump not fairly losing the presidential election, and the second Bigger Lie that the insurrection of January 6 of this year was just another tourist day at the U.S. Capitol and we’re in deep trouble.

Challenges are to be overcome. If there’s a will, there’s a way. In the past 45 years, I’ve moved countless times, always with the heaviest “laptop” in the world, my 1957 Smith Corona typewriter. I even know where to get rare ribbons for said machine. I did become somewhat of a writer, though I prefer a full key-sensitive backlit keyboard attached to my Macbook Pro with a 30″ monitor to do so.

I will concentrate my efforts on voting rights. My swing state is doing everything in its power to keep city residents like me from voting and that must stop. Federally we desperately need H.R. 4, the John Lewis Voting Rights Act. Then, we need a workable version of the For The People Act. By this summer/fall at the latest. It’s a heavy lift, but Congress needs to know that the people want this.

Locally we have to make sure candidates believe in the Constitution and our right to vote. If not, we must vote them out until things are set on an even keel once again. Now is a perilous time for our representative democracy and it’s about time it represents we, the people. We pay you folks to represent us. You can’t change the Constitution, at least not easily and not without talking to us and each other, which you seem unable to do at present. If you don’t work for us we can and will fire you and hire someone who will allow us a living wage, affordable health care, drivable roads and bridges, wi-fi, childcare tax credits and a livable planet for our kids and grandkids. Not to mention making sure guns are not available to those inclined to take out fellow citizens at church or school or Wal-Mart.

My vote counts. So does yours, and our neighbors’ as well. Let’s make our votes count for something. I cannot imagine the alternative if we do not stand up, say “I’m here!” and be counted. Happy 4th! Dee

Thank You, Poll Workers!

I sent a letter, first time ever, a year ago to our local election administrator thanking them for their service. COVID was rampant, the weather was crummy most days, and the number of polling places had been taken from over 150 down to five. Remember seeing that stock photo for the past year with a voter standing in an interminable line with a sign that said “This is ridiculous”? That’s our town.

It was time to send for my first-ever absentee ballot, because I was terrified of getting COVID. I couldn’t believe that these brave souls were going to mask up and brave interacting with the general public on election day, and paid poll workers and volunteers were going to spend time with each other, potentially falling ill, afterwards to count the ballots. So I thanked them in advance.

I’ve been voting for over forty years and have always gone to the polls. Sometimes they see me walk in and have their finger on the page on my name, ready to sign, sometimes they don’t know me from Adam. I expect a Republican and a Democrat probably sat at that table together for years. Perhaps they see each other only a few times per year, and they pass the time on breaks asking about each others’ families.

My adoptive grandmother, recently deceased at age 93 was active as a poll worker in my husband’s home state until her late 80’s. She knew everyone in town and took pride in her volunteer efforts for over fifty years.

Yesterday we got the news that there were 41 fraudulent ballots cast in our state. Out of 3.3 million votes. Half were mistakenly addressed to voters at their UPS store. All in the same area, I’m guessing it’s a rural area and that’s where they have a mail box. While it’s legal to have a drivers license sent to a UPS store, it’s not valid as a voting address. A quarter of them were illegally sent to nursing homes. State law requires a poll worker to personally deliver a ballot in certain cases to nursing home residents and last year, the law prohibited any visitor to any nursing home in the state because of COVID. One was a person with dementia who had voted seven times in the past three years and was not allowed to vote because of, you got it, dementia.

Our votes were counted twice and certified. Then the Trump Campaign paid to have our votes and those of another “Biden County” recounted for a third try. Nothing changed.

Now 48 states are changing their voting laws to basically prohibit “the wrong people” from voting and having politicians take over the count and certification if they don’t like the result. And Republicans are running for election-running offices so that they can control the counts and eliminate undesirable voters and their votes.

It’s normally a boring enterprise, as I recall when my legislative committee handled legislation pertinent to the Department of State. It included elections/reapportionment, fire and building codes, and licenses for non-medical or legal fields, such as cosmetologists, financial planners et al. Nothing earth-shattering back then.

Keeping the minority in charge for a few more years may require the shenanigans that are happening with election tampering and voter suppression, with an insurrection thrown in for good measure. We can hope that our nationally elected legislators and new President will keep things from going too far, them and the courts.

In this political maelstrom, a whole lot of people have been given short shrift, not only not thanked for doing a thankless task, but being accused of tampering with ballots. We expect some recounts, but not repeated recounts in only certain districts that voted “wrong” and certainly not anything like the debacle going on now in Arizona.

Poll workers deserve our thanks. They are patriots, willing to get their hands dirty a couple of days a year and do their civic duty. They are hard-working, honest people who keep our country running. This year, America has done them a grave disservice. This must be rectified, from the big cities to the smallest towns. Any ideas? Cheers, Dee

V Day?

D Day? I don’t know and I don’t care, it’s time to celebrate. I lift my sore arm to type to you that this is Victory for Dee Day as it is Vaccine for Dee Day! Yes, I got my second shot of Pfizer and in two weeks all my immune system will be full speed ahead to fight this COVID-19 plague.

I’ve heard such disinformation on the news of late, from folks like Tucker Carlson telling strangers to call Child Protective Services on mothers whose young children are wearing a mask, to someone I’ve never heard of telling his large audience not to get the vaccine.

Tell you the truth, I believe the doctors and public health professionals. That’s why my husband and I got our second shot today. And no, people don’t want to prolong this pandemic by asking for masks and distancing for just a while longer, they’re just trying to keep us safe. I’d rather be safe than lose a family member or friend, or die of this horrible virus.

Truth-seeking as I’m hearing on the news that 40% of Republican men won’t get vaccinated, I asked my nurse today if there was any problem in having people return for the second dose. Granted this is just one clinic around the nation, but she said that mostly it’s first timers who aren’t showing up. That would make sense as we had appointments two days early for shots given two days after everyone over 18 was eligible (now it’s age 16) and back then, what seems like a long time ago, people had to make appointments at several clinics to make sure they could get in, then they took the first available date and forgot to cancel the others.

If you’re using social media that is tailored to your likes/dislikes please check out your local news for info on why it’s necessary to get the shots, that it’s not scary, and where to go with/without an appointment. You’ll save your life and many others. Better yet, call your doctor.

You’ll say this is none of my business, but it is because I’m your co-worker, your neighbor, your friend. I care about you and hope you feel the same. Whether we like it or not, there will be vaccine passports that will be used by private businesses that you may want to patronize, like going to a concert or taking that vacation to Europe. If you don’t take the vaccine, you won’t be allowed to go. And don’t go blaming it on the concert promoter or airline.

I’ve been involved in privacy law for nearly forty years and I don’t want any business knowing my full health history for the last six decades but I don’t have a problem with a QR code that says I’m current on my COVID vaccines. Foreign governments won’t accept the hand-written CDC cards we’re now trying to clumsily (because of its size) carry in our wallets. Think about it. Right now I’m sharing my happiness with you that in two weeks I’ll be able to walk my dog without a mask. Cheers! Dee