Usually lies contain a small grain of truth. But Trump’s lies in the midst of this pandemic fail that test. There’s no truth to be found in them. Nothing but pure lies. Up to now his allergy to the truth hasn’t come back to bite him too much. But here’s the problem for Trump and his supporters. In this time of a pandemic, his lies barely escape his mouth when they run headlong into people’s daily experience, say with the availability of testing, tells a different story. He can’t spin the present crises as he, Barr and others spun the Mueller report or the impeachment inquiry. And tens of millions understand this.

Just heard that teachers in a small town west of Kingston, where I live, organized a car caravan and drove through the town where they teach. Their horns were peeping the day away!

I read Emily St. John Mandel’s novel “Station Eleven” a year or so ago and thought at the time that it was a wonderful read, but the story line of a devastating pandemic seemed a bit of a stretch. The events of recent weeks unceremoniously dissolved that stretch.

In times like this I’m sure glad God made beer and wine!

He leaves us his music and that’s more than pretty good.