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Dammit, Robin.

Stay in The Batcave. Practice Social Bat-Distancing.

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The Piker Press features “March Midnight Window”

I’m honored today to see my poem “March Midnight Window” appear over at The Piker Press.  You can find it at the link below.  As always, I am grateful to Editor Sand Pilarski for allowing me to join this terrific creative community!

“March Midnight Window,” by Eric Robert Nolan

 

 

A much needed thank you to service workers.

This is just a quick word of thanks to all of the people working in stores and supermarkets — the cashiers and service people, along with the warehousing and supply workers.  We know that your jobs can be difficult even on the average day!  (Hey, I worked retail for a long time.)

Now you are on the front lines as America faces a crisis that is barely comprehensible to a lot of us.  The dangers you may be facing are not lost on us.

Thank you.

 

 

This advice isn’t just for teenagers.

It’s for everybody.

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(Someone make a meme for this.)

When there WAS no toilet paper shortage, but a run on toilet paper creates a toilet paper shortage.

Ultron: “EVERYONE CREATES THE THING THEY DREAD.”

 

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Reporters, keep up the good work.

The president of the United States actually sounded drunk today in a news conference.  (Watch him try to pronounce the names of antivirals. Seriously. Go find a clip and watch it.)  This comes after weeks of either minimizing information about the pandemic or lying about it altogether.

The media is my only source of information about the health experts are saying about the incidence, transmission and seriousness of this disease.  When given a choice between news reporters and a slurred, drug-addicted, brain-addled and probably incontinent “president,” I’ll listen to news reporters.

Thank god they’re on the job.

 

 

 

Throwback Thursday: “Sometimes you feel like a nut …”

These ads for Mounds and Almond Joy where everywhere when I was a kid.  (I am linking here to the 80’scommercialsforever Youtube channel.)  This ad campaign was around for a long time too — it started with this earworm of a jingle in the 1970’s and lasted until at least the late 1990’s.

 

Why should you stay home?

The idea here is to slow the spread of the coronavirus throughout the American population — so that fewer people will become seriously ill over any given time period.  (“Flatten the curve.”)  In very simple terms, we don’t want everybody to get sick at once — so that people are dying in hospital hallways waiting for ICU beds or respirators.  This is exactly the nightmare playing out right now in Italy.

America currently has about 100,000 ICU beds.

In a moderate flu epidemic, approximately 200,000 people would need ICU beds.

If, God forbid, this epidemic should get as bad as the 1918 flu epidemic, approximately 2.9 million people would need ICU beds.  (No, I obviously have no expertise in epidemiology, and I have no informed insight into the likelihood of this.  From what I have seen, even the experts won’t commit to projections of how bad things may get.)  The source of the above figures is this article in USA Today, but you can find the figures just about anywhere with a simple Internet search.

Most of us have seen news reports about people ignoring health authorities’ warnings about social distancing — whether it’s the bars of New York City, the beaches of Florida or the crowded streets of New Orleans at night.  If you are one of these people, you are not only endangering yourself, but also other people who are less equipped to fight the disease.  Experts believe that a significant factor in its spread is asymptomatic transmission; you can give it to someone else even if you do not feel or appear sick.  This can include people for whom the illness is likely to be far more serious — people who are elderly or who have underlying health conditions.  And they could die.

What sort of day at the beach or bar crawl could be worth that?  How would you feel if you developed a mild case of the disease, but carried it to the 60-year-old man behind you in the line at the supermarket?  What about your elderly neighbors?  What about your parents?

What if your girlfriend is one of the younger people who nevertheless gets extremely sick?  (Young people are not immune.)  What if your boyfriend’s roommate has asthma?  What if your friend’s younger sister has an autoimmune disease that you didn’t know about?

Going out doesn’t make you cool or tough or “edgy.”  It just makes you willing to risk someone else’s life so that you can have a good time.

Practice social distancing.  Stay home.

Thank you.

As a New Yorker, I am feeling the same respect for healthcare workers tonight as I do for the first responders on 9/11.

If you are a hospital professional or a first responder, please know that we are aware of the dangers you may be facing.  We are grateful to you, and we wish you safety and good health.

 

 

Do the right thing.

  1. Wash your hands.  Use soap.  Do it for at least 20 seconds.  This is roughly the same amount of time it takes to sing “Happy Birthday” twice.
  2. Avoid touching your eyes, nose and mouth.
  3. Practice social distancing.  Stay home.