I returned from a trip to South Korea about three weeks ago. Since then, I went to the bank once and to the supermarket on a mad lark. I have reached the point we used to call cabin fever but which I now call the Corona Crouch. The Corona Crouch is a defensive posture that decreases your risk of getting a disease but increases your chance of going mad, and not in a good way. It does not lead to brilliant insights on the nature of the universe; it leads to a seething rage at a world out of control. My wife and I have discussed doing something daring. It begins with leaving the house, getting in the car, driving someplace and doing something, preferably surrounded by people also doing something. There is a town west of us called Fredericksburg, which I may have mentioned before. It was settled in the 1840s by German liberals fleeing a failed rebellion. Its residents spoke German until after World War II, and it is still filled with German restaurants and flags. It was also the birthplace of Chester Nimitz, commander of U.S. naval forces in the Pacific during World War II. Fredericksburg has […]
