After the lockdowns

Spare me the “one year later” stories. Just spare me.

It is always one or five or 10 or 20 years since something awful happened. Oh Lordy, wait until this coming Sept. 11. What dastardly plots could politicians hatch while the supposed watchdogs are busy collecting bad memories from 20 years ago?

I am much more interested in today, which I can directly affect, and tomorrow, which I can try to influence, than in reliving past disasters. Or, if we must talk about what happened a year ago, let’s talk about how to avoid disasters today and tomorrow, not rehash “woe was me” tales and revive the sadness and despair.

Tell me about next time — how next time will be different because I am/we are wiser for what happened.

Published by WarrenBluhm

Wordsmith and podcaster, Warren is a reporter, editor and storyteller who lives near the shores of Green Bay with his wife, two golden retrievers, and an insistent cat. Author of Gladness is Infectious, 24 flashes, How to Play a Blue Guitar, A Bridge at Crossroads, Refuse to be Afraid, and A Scream of Consciousness.

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