Last week was my birthday, and I turned 70. In “gay years,” that is about the age of Methuselah. But rather than pout about my advancing age, I thought I would make a birthday wish.
And with 70 candles on my cake I figure, I get a really good one — or maybe 70 good ones! So here goes. I want my pre-COVID life back in general.
I wish to be able to travel again — on airplanes or trains, with or without wearing a mask and without having to put up with those who refuse to wear one complaining about it.
I wish to be able to go to the theater again — a real live performance, a musical, an opera or even a small avant-guard play.