After 13 weeks of using Writing Boots as a live blog called "Coronavirus and us: Let's hold it together, together," I'm going back, at least for now, to a conventional post-by-post format.
Why? Because I'm not sure, at this point, what the "it," in "hold it together" means now that we have magical-thought Covid-19 away in order to save our sanity, save our livelihoods and make room for a confrontation with a much older and more profound American disease. (And also for haircuts and brunch.)
At this point, I'm not even sure holding it together is the thing to do. Letting it blow apart might actually make more sense at this point. Have you met Kimberly Jones?
So Edward R. Murrow is going back to David R. Murray, writing not just every time it occurs to me, but at the pace that coherent and useful thoughts reluctantly come together through the fog and over the sirens.
Meanwhile: Goodnight, and good luck.