Dear Jimmy,

 

I’m sitting here on my deck, drinking a beer, and thought I’d scribble you a note.

I know you’re on that never-ending fishing trip with the Lord, but I just wanted you

to know that you’re not missing out on much down here right now. I don’t know if

the Lord told you, but the worlds had an outbreak called Covid-19, and it’s created a

planet-wide pandemic. I may be joining you in the near future, so don’t catch all the

fish! Don’t worry too hard, all I and the rest of humanity have to do is sit on our asses

and read books, write poetry, or watch Netflix. Oh, and eat and drink! Heck, this has

nothing on the “Freshman Forty” when we were in college. Officially what we’re doing

is called “Social Distancing.”  This is just a fancy term for maintaining six feet of

separation at all times. It’s pretty easy for me to do sitting on my deck relaxing next

to the dog!  Don’t think of me as a hero. I’m just doing my part to save the world one

poem at a time. Now, if someone has to go out, people are wearing masks and latex

gloves. Also, hand washing has become the new craze and may soon become an

Olympic sport. People are worrying that there will be economic collapse but have no

fear. Lowe’s and Home Depot are packed every day because home remodeling is

running rampant. Well, that’s about it. Mom and I still miss you and think of you every

day. Now, go land a lunker for me!

 

Love,

 

Johnny