Andy Rooney's bar of soap | Chuck's World
Last updated 1/9/2020 at 10:26am
The unwelcome visitor showed up on Christmas Eve, looking for room at the inn. There were plenty of vacancies.
I wasn’t paying attention. It was a pretty normal Christmas Eve, singing carols, going to church, hanging out with friends. There were cookies.
So I didn’t think about that scratch in my throat, or the fact that I couldn’t breathe through my nose. It’s the price of socialization in early winter, when practical people would be staying at home, out of the line of fire, burrowed under layers and illuminated by the glow of our devices.
Shaking hands alone is an unspoken virus...