How to do the wrong thing right Dear Howard: My life partner, Mr. Survivalist, has found heaven within the headlines lately: The coronavirus, he prays, will be his ultimate “I told you so!” He’s been stockpiling gallons of potable water, canned goods, sacks of flour, rice and shotgun shells down in the basement for a decade now.
I haven’t ventured down there for years. There’s no telling what end-of-days supplies he has squirreled away, salivating for some globally catastrophic pandemic..