Certainly more people out walking, riding, scootering -- family
earlier in the week on the Rio Grand trail, mother on bike, kids on
scooters -- on the nearby trails than usual. One of the owners of the
nearby High Desert Bicycles told me that business has been booming
because people are repairing or refurbishing or buying bicycles as an
alternative to restaurants or bars -- or, perhaps, work: the airline
pilot/flight attendant couple across the street are anticipating
furloughs; the pilot told me that he'd been flying empty planes, and
that Delta -- he flies for Alaska -- has been losing a cool 50 mil a
day. And the owner of the nearby computer shop said business had
tanked and he has yet to pay the rent; I assuaged his grief by
overpaying him for goods and services.
We're not yet under a curfew, but the schools have all closed and
restaurants are limited to takeout and delivery. I see quite a few
cars on the road, but rush hours are like mid-day. I was able to load
up on beans and lentils and nuts and raisins, but the vegetable milk
substitutes are sparse -- turned to cocoanut instead of the usual
almond milk; and while I was able to load up the panniers with
tortillas, there is no flour to be had in the 2 nearest grocery
stores. Albertson's has early hours set aside exclusively for " senior
citizens' " -- in **normal** English the term is "old people" on Mon
and Th; a senior clerk told me that both days this week the lines
outside the door were already long before the 7 am opening, and that
he'd seen nothing like it since the Mount St. Helens event. I mean to
ride my 2003 Riv in (cape flowing in the wind) on Monday morning and
fight my way violently through crowds of crabbed oldsters to corner as
much of the flour market as I can. Perhaps I'll batter the doddering
competition aside with my Rivendell-cum-Ortlieb shopping cart.
Patrick "65 is the new 30" Moore
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Patrick Moore
Alburquerque, Nuevo Mexico, Etats Unis d'Amerique, Orbis Terrarum