Well, this is when shit really hit the fan, huh? I was actually traveling to Fort Worth right as the pandemic started hitting the US&A. We had a work meeting scheduled, and we thought we definitely had enough time to go through with it. Needless to say, we all left early. I remember sitting outside at a nice bar in Fort Worth, getting notifications that Rudy Gobert tested positive to covid…person after person was getting it. Trump was still president…super panic. I found that virtually everyone in Ft. Worth was repeating the same thing, “It’s no worse than the flu”. If only they were right, and not just stupid.
I remember calling my Dad, who is a medical doctor, before I left for that trip to see how worried we needed to be about Covid. His answer was that he wasn’t sure how prevalent it was in the U.S. yet, but that research was showing it was ~40 times more contagious than the flu. That’s, uhhhhhhhhhh, kind of a lot. Guess that’s why it has killed 600,000 people in the US&A as of May 2021.
Anyway, the day after I rushed back from Ft. Worth, we had a huge 5.7 earthquake in SLC. This was my first real earthquake. I was riding my bike for that big one that went off near Charlottesville, and somehow didn’t really feel it. Anyway, earthquakes are pretty wild. It shook the house pretty damn good.
Things were relatively tame after that, as I’m sure it was for most folk not in a Covid Deathicenter. We just buckled in, ready to ride out the storm. Little did we know that it wouldn’t be a storm. Covid was to be the climate.