“You’re a bigger pain in the ass than the Coronavirus!”

That was the quote from my ninety something year old friend, Marshall,  to his son, Trevor, wishing his father would take this Virus seriously.

Marshall, frustrated with how much his son was going out of his way to keep him alive,  also mentioned how he hadn’t planned on licking the streets when on a walk in Los Angeles.  Delightful banter.

Living through the Not so Great or Not so Wonderful Depression, I guess Marshall has been through a hell of a lot more than us, so as much as his son tries to help, he’d rather just enjoy the day without worrying about his demise.  He’ll probably live longer than us.  I guess, selfishly, that’s what we want.