So I went to the "Over 60" shopping hour this morning at the local Smiths Food. 7 am. Not crowded, but pretty busy. Here is what I saw: No hoarding buys. No pushy cart shoppers. No rudeness. Did not see panic. I saw kindness. Heard "Excuse me" a few times. I saw smiles. I felt seriousness of purpose. I saw not resignation, but strength. I saw the American spirit I grew up in. When I first walked in, I was dumbfounded with the sight. I admit I got choked up a little. In front of my eyes was a bunch of people of varying flavors, all over 60. The SALT OF THE EARTH. They don't deserve to die or get very ill, and this is why we should all be careful. Peace for the day y'all.
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72 Bird
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