Hard to believe it’s been a year now since all this began. None of us knew last March at this time just what lay ahead. I’ve been one of the lucky ones thus far. The year of pandemic has been relatively painless for me personally, with one very notable exception. I had a cousin succumb to the virus, and I know several people who had loved ones die from it. Good Lord willin’ and the Creek (Nation, that is) don’t rise, we’re heading out of this thing now, albeit slowly and awkwardly. As of this point in time, I’m still waiting for my turn to get stuck with the needle, and I’m celebrating friends and family members getting vaccinated.
Last March was a really bad time. This one photo really stuck in my mind then, and it remains now as powerful an image as I’ve seen representative of the beginning of this yearlong nightmare. The highway leading into Atlanta, Georgia completely deserted, and resembling in every way that iconic image advertising the inaugural season of THE WALKING DEAD. It was chilling to look at it then and it remains so now.
A year has passed. We’re all a little more jaded now, I think. All carrying around a little more scar tissue on the inside. But if you’re reading this, join me in celebrating the fact that you still can. And aren’t we thankful that we didn’t get any zombies?