I called dad while I was driving home; it’s good to check up and make sure everyone’s doing OK. At my age, one cannot take one’s parents’ presence for granted, anymore. I wanted to gloat a little bit about the amazing way that science has come through for us, in spite of the bureaucratic roadblocks thrown in its path – the Covid-19 is toast, like a certain other malignant pathogen I won’t name – it’s now just a matter of time and not stumbling as we approach the finish-line.
Lately I’ve been re-listening to Tom Holland’s Rubicon, which is a beautifully written and spun tale of the final end of the Roman republic – so my mind is full of the vivid characters and events of that time, and naturally I seek echoes and correlations with current events in my world. Commenting on such similarities has its consequences when you’re talking to a history professor, but I risked offering the opinion that perhaps some of us might feel like Cicero did, as he watched the republic crash and burn. Dad didn’t miss a beat, “Yes, I imagine Cicero jumped out of bed each morning yelling “WHAT THE FUCK!?!” and I immediately pictured my dad doing that, nearly drove off the road laughing.
Don’t ask “how bad can it get?” because the answer is always, “worse.”