An unusual breakfast

Removed frozen cornmeal pancakes from freezer, sauteed in butter, and then ate them with Philadelphia cream cheese.

Made about 8 and thought I could stop eating at 6 but I was wrong.

OUSHII

OUSHII

Delicious in Japanese.

Why was I so tired?

Woke up at 2 am and came downstairs to make 2 eggs which I devoured, with Tabby sauce.

EGGS AND I

Darkness surrounded me
I felt I was onstage in New York
playing a role

Not a word did I say
It was all done in pantomine
Pacing into the living room

Thundrous applause arrived
Silent as the tomb.



Poached eggs.

Lentil Soup by MacDoogles - Poem NO DIAL TONE

Surprisingly not very good. While eating I continued to watch MIRE, a bonafide horror film.

After I ate each bowl, I coughed. Then I gogggled Is it normal to cough after eating soup? As usual, the answer made no sense.

My answer: Yes. 

NO DIAL TONE

Is this a horror film
on Turner Classic Movies?

The woman has dark brown hair
and is arising from her bed

She lives alone but hears sounds
on the first floor

Her telephone is on the bedside table
When she lifts it up there is no dial tone

She jiggles it softly, on and off, on and off
Nothing!

Pulling her white nightgown around her
she tiptoes into another room

From there she lets herself fall
to the ground

Her feet ache. Maybe bones are broken.
No matter.

She limps to a neighbor's and knocks on the door.
When they answer, she slithers inside.

"An intruder is in my house," she says.
Please call the police."

Received a very disturbing phone call from Montgomery County telling me not to leave the house or I might be responsible for other people's deaths.

Went to the compost heap after dat, bundled up, and tossed the many splendid things across the garbaggio still sitting there for days.

Why are eggshells from the Happy Eggs a beautiful shade of blue?



Called a couple more people in our group to see how they are doing. Carly,  Charlotta is doing well and just came from the market with a chicken.

Nick, one of our phone greeters, had his phone answered by an aide, since he is ailing. He did not sound good at all.

Ah, here come the dog walkers.

Everyone is in his own world.

WE ARE ALL IN OUR OWN WORLDS

Look into my eyes
You have no idea who I am
Or how the course of my life
has gone.

You think you know me,
but you don't know me at all.
Furthermore, there is no reason
no reason at all, to let you in.

Change is good - No Dial Tone on our ND Line

New Directions Support Group used to be incredibly well-attended. We have never been able to figure out why people no longer come in droves the way they used to do.

At the bottom of this email is a photo of our group.

YOU ARE ALL AWESOME INDIVIDUALS and we are proud to host you.

Rem Murphy's sister, who has the virus, is doing very well. HURRAY!

My goals today, March 30, YES, we are goalsetters, right Helen? - are three.

I did the most difficult first as I thought I'd be on the phone for hours.

Called Verizon and asked for them to discontinue our New Directions phone number, 215 659 2366.

Did I feel sad? Yes and No. It would save us money!

Laura helped me. We discussed the V. She lives in NJ and is happy to get out and take her dog for a walk.

Calls will be forwarded to me, Ruth Deming, at 215 659 2142.

....

I had been in contact with my physical therapist, Margaret Fitzpatrick. Told her I would wake up in excruciating pain.

She told me to put a lumbar pillow beneath my knees.

It worked!

She wrote me that as we get older, our bodies get "cranky" and don't perform the way they used to.

You ain't just whistling Dixie!

THOSE WERE THE DAYS, MY DEARS

"Oh, if I only knew how good things were,"
a commmon complaint. Scheduling folks
to speak at New Directions: Karl Rickels
who fought with the Desert Fox -
Brian Rothkopth, a peer specialist who
promoted that career, and a woman from
University of Pennsylvania who led us
in mindfulness meditation.

I could get it all done. Like Dad, I'm
a hard worker and an organizer too.

Should I put "my dead dad" though he's
never been really gone as he resides
like a shadow deep inside.


Karl E Rickels, MD
...

Last night Scott and I watched fantastic
cooking shows. "I'll have what Phil is
having" was hilarious.

I haven't laffed like that in weeks.

Why? The pall that's over this land, this earth.

Scott visited this morning. He had a great night's sleep
and read that General Electric (hello former neighbor
Charlie Savino) and other companies are building
ventilators so people won't die unattended in the halls
of hospitals.

Before I work on the short stories, gonna watch MIRED
on Neflix. Was gonna read a review and then I thought,
Girl, if you like it, keep on watching.

Rawhide - How delicious was my first orange in weeks - Poem COMPOST HEAP

 Fab! What was particularly delicious were the sauteed onions.

 Ate this while watching UNORTHODOX on Netflix, recommended by sister Lynn.

 You've seen this before. Collage by Claudia McGill.

Very hard to see. Watched the film RAWHIDE starring Tyrone Power, Susan Hayward, and the great villain Jack Elam.

The above scene is of a toddler wandering around free after she escaped from the room where the good guys were locked inside.

Hayward ended the movie by shooting the bad guy in the back.

Finally I chose to eat the orange in my fridge.

OMG! It was soooo flavorful!

COMPOST HEAP POEM

Yellow Pitcher and I went out the side door
Which heap should I favor with my food?
The heap behind my backyard shed.
Who lives in there now?
If you know, don't say a word.
In my black clogs, I gave the
slops my best pitch.

Good god, what's the matter with the animals.
Nice fresh orange peels, egg shells, plenty of
onion husks and cornmeal burnt on the other side.

Who will do this if I die of the virus?

Some of my tips about keeping busy during the V - Poem: My House is Alive

To: Adriane Weinberg
Subject: Great tips, Adriane from Ruth Deming

Adriane told me most people never comment on her tips. 

First thing this morning, I filled my crock pot - which is 8 yrs old -

with ingredients for pea soup.

It's almost ready and smells delicious.

While it was cooking, I walked around my hilly block here in Willow

Grove, PA.

Yesterday I threw out a bag of brown sugar, heavy as a brick.

Checked all my cupboards. Had forgotten about many items such as lovely

wine glasses, but I have no wine now.

A Jiffy cornmeal mix sat on my kitchen table and I used it to make

Polenta, which was fantastic.

Watched two good movies on Netflix, which I slept partially thru. I was

quite tired.

Tinker Taylor Soldier Spy was good, boom boom, you're dead.

Most of the actors are still alive, it's good to know.

I enjoy your tips very much, Adriane!

Ruth Z Deming

bloggin on www.ruthzdeming.blogspot.com

Was in bed reading The Atlantic for two hours straight. Rem gave me a subscription.

Woke up around 5 am, read my emails. Cynthia sent me a wonderful email about the V.

Despairing yet finally hopeful.

Just finished my omelet. Sauteed in butter one egg and a handful of mushrooms.

Went outdoors in the dark night and attempted to eat it. Too cold out there so I came back in, plus I couldn't find the egg.

When I got out of bed my body was unbelievably stiff.

MY HOUSE IS ALIVE

Lying in bed reading The Atlantic

my house shifts and groans

I picture it rocking,

readying itself, quite impossible,

for an earthquake.

What would I save?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

I'll rebuild when the time comes,

unless I've gone down with the ruins.

Walking and Jogging Configurations - Claudia McGill Artist

Yes, I went around the block again!

Pea soup has lots of carbs, so I thought this might help.

When I met some walkers and they looked at me I said Back and forth, back and forth.

I'm so lucky I can walk.

Helene is in a wheelchair for the rest of her life, and Mom can barely walk and it is agonizing when she does.

People walk alone, like I do, couples walk together, families walk together.

Some have dogs.

My favorite dog just went by. Tiny, with fast walking legs. Brown and white. Pic from Internet.



This morning Claudia McGill and I spoke via email.

I had written her last night.

She and I have been friends for so long.

What a talented artist she is. View her blog. You'll see more of her work.

This is one of her tiles, in blue!

Below are some of her clay people.

Her motto is Give it a Try and See What Happens. I have many of her works in my house.

Behind me is a framed collage of the Elkins Park Train Station. Made of teeny tiny pieces of torn paper.

A painting of flowers in the lower level of my house.

Small wall hanging in the lower level. Now when you make a wall hanging both sides must show. Hers are quilted.

Pea soup - bumble bees - Bob Walmsley

Why do bumble bees wanna come in the house? I've got my storm door open, but not the screen door.

Goggle was most unhelpful. So lemme take a guess.

Their nests are much smaller than honey bees. Only 100 individuals.

Neighbor Patrick said bees are naturally curious. Let's pretend Mr Bumble got inside. Good idea for a children's book, Sarah.

Mr Bumble flies very fast. Dans le living I stand near a lovely plant Scott gave me for St Val's Day and he lands on one of the blooms and with her heavy body sucks on the blooms.



All we can do is HOPE this pic comes out.

***
Bob Walmsey is the man I call when I need work on my house.


Bob Walmsey

Called him this morning to tell him this story.

When I was paying my tax bill across from the Upper Moreland Library - more about that later - I saw a photo of MORELAND PUBLIC SCHOOL, erected 1884.

One of the builders was J M Walmsey.

I think they're all related. The name seems to be Scotch Irish.

Hold on, lemme get a drink of water.

GLUG GLUG GLUG

Drove to the library this morning to return three books, including the book for our Reading Group called SEMIOSIS by Diane Burke.

It does look good, but difficult to read.



....

Gonna finish my pea soup soon. Split peas, onions, garlic, and an egg for protein.

At the library I plopped my three books into the book drop.

A fellow was waiting 6 feet behind me to do his materials.

Children were riding their bikes in the parking lot brought over by their dad.

These are the new times of the coronavirus.

When I was leafing thru my books, I thought, What if someone with the virus coughed on this page.

So many hiding places!

With my car parked, I crossed the street and went into the Barnes and Noble shopping center - totally empty and eerie -  and walked around as fast as I could and then returned to my car and drove swiftly home.

Am getting the hoochie coochies from thoughts of the V.

When Dad worked at Majestic in Cleveland, he got this memo from his boss EEK, Emery E Klineman. 12/1/58.

Once I asked Dad, who lost his father at a young age, how he got to be so smart. Erwin was his answer.

I added Mom, 97. She is not doing well. We're worried about her.

Lovely sunny day here in Willow Grove PA.

Close up of house.

What you cannot see are bees swarming all around.

Pea soup here I come!!!

THE JOY AND SORROW OF MAKING PEA SOUP

Mom made pea soup and so did Gramma Lily.

The aroma fills the house.

What a miracle the tiny split peas swell up like
pebbles on the shore.

How I wish I could share them with Mom.

Drive over and show her I made them just for her.

Mom. Mom. Mommy.

Quarantined like prisoners in cells

 Buddha, please protect us from the virus.

 This morning the huge blackbird was drinking from the bird bath. CAW CAW

 Pancakes made with cornmeal. I confess I've lost my touch and burnt the bottoms, so I threw them out. Carcinogenic.

 I did freeze them in Zip lok bags

 Forsythia in back yard. First sign of spring, othan crocus and snow drops, growing in the Adams yard.

 Polenta. Indescribably delicious!

That used to be the slogan of what candy bar.

When I was in junior high - and don't tell my Mom - for lunch I would have mashed potatoes with thick gravy, a Mounds Bar and a Reese Bar.

 Robin Franklin from the Giant knitted me this potholder.

Too beautiful to use?

Nah.

Scott, thanks for buying me groceries this morning, or as we say in espanol, Grocerios.

Cooking now in the crockpot is split pea soup. With olive oil, loads of onions, garlic and fresh urine.

Diabetes always ready to strike

Made an enormous pancake of eggs, tomatoes, onions, cheese and mushrooms, for breakfast.

Delicious, fantastic, awesome, spectacular.

At dinnertime, my friend Cynthia Levine, mother of Noam, calls it suppertime. Love it!

Check my sugar. Very low. 53.

Goddammit!

I go into action. Eat some salted pretzels so I'd get thirsty and then quaff a mug of chocolate almond milk.

What else is in the fridge?

Nuffin, so I chew 5 glucose tabs that rest above my old bread box that Mom bought me yrs ago at Bloomingdale's.

Mom was just warned by our niece Melissa not to use pain reliever Alleve at it appears to increase the risk of the virus exponentially.

Now I'm gonna imagine shopping at Giant, which I do 4 times a week.

Park in my usual spot, far away so I can get a good walk in.

Choose a small cart. Put a bag on the bottom to put my groceries in. But usually I find a box to put them in.

Start in the egg aisle. If needed buy full fat Chobani yogurt, eggs from happy hens, then wheel over to the laundry detergent and buy what's on sale, but I bought a huge container which hasn't run out yet.

Cheese department. Buy half a pound of Tavern Ham and half pound of Boar's Head Cream Havarti or Colby Jack.

They usually give me something to taste.

On a corner in a rack are the nuts.

I'll buy whole pecans and sunflower seeds, which often go rancid.

Where are the salads?

Oh here they are. Spring mix I purchase as it has different types of greens, better for my health.

I look at the flowers. Should I? Should I not?

Oh, all right. I buy a small kolanche.

Picture please Ansel Adams...


CNice thick lips. And pretty red earrings.

Salad bar. This is where I can chat with the person behind the counter or Terry Livorsi if I see him.

He eats salad once a day and that's it.

Soup bar. I lift up the metal container and sniff the white clam chowder. Get a small contain and plenty of Saltines.

Sometimes I'll eat in the Starbucks eatery.

Ocasionally I'll buy a small Starbux or a chocolate croissant like Sarah and I ate in gay Paree.




Bye for now, my loves!

PS, just went outside as the rain has stopped. Am drinking a cup of hot tea.

This is IRAN, looks like a nice neighborhood in the good ole USA

In the middle of the street are supplies for the coronavirus, as viewed on NPR, with the president of the United States. Forget his narcissistic qualities. This arsehole is in denial about the virus.

Photos of my mobiles for Amy in Seattle

Amy, nice chatting with you.

Here's some photos.

Mobile of Aunt Sylvie and Uncle Maury. Made from a new LogicTech box.

 My friend Teresita Pointer gifted me with these mandalas we bought at The New Church in Bryn Athyn, PA.

This computer program always makes doubles.

We used to chew DOUBLE BUBBLE as kids, remember? They had a tiny comic inside. Gee, it feels like my brain is unreeling. Good feeling.

Am glad you're feeling good, there in Seattle, Washington.

The Ame was on a long walk.

I also walked, bundled up and walked up and down my street.

 Darn, it's on its side. This is my new lamp bought at a yard sale near Mom's house.

Also the below trash can.

Click twice to enlarge. Scott had three trees cut down and I asked the tree cutters to move two huge stumps onto my yard.

I also decorate my lawn with spray-painted hubcaps.

Interesting that when you shopped at Trader Joe's they allow 30 people in and wiped down the handle of your shopping cart.

We'll talk soon.

STAY SAFE, STAY STRONG.

Obituary of Liz Bowman

Obituary of Elizabeth Bowman

Elizabeth Bowman of Hopatcong, NJ passed away on Thursday, February 4th at St. Clare's Hospital in Dover, NJ surrounded by her loving family. She was 65. Elizabeth was born on February 16, 1950 in Jamaica, NY to the late Russell and the late Margaret (Weahner) Bowman. She was an editor and writer. Elizabeth was a resident of Hopatcong, NJ for the past 10 years and previous to that, she lived in Staten Island, NY. Elizabeth enjoyed photography and writing. Elizabeth is survived by her beloved husband, Saul Schulman, her daughter, Margaret Cecilia Bowman-Schulman, her sister, Mary Lamp, nieces and nephews and many caring friends. All services were conducted privately and entrusted to the Leber-Lakeside Funeral Home of Landing, NJ.

***

I've been wanting to print this.

For many years I drove to Beaver Pond, a small Episcopalian Church in Lambertville, NJ.

View one of our meetings here. Where it seems to stop, continue to scroll down.



Liz Bowman is on her next mission.

Surprise visit from Teresita Pointer and son Nick

Scott and I were home when someone knocked on the door.

Who could it be?

I opened the door and the attractive woman said, Ruth, I'm Teresita Pointer.

Oh, you can't come in, I said. But I'll meet you outside.

We talked for an hour on my sidewalk. Her tall son, Nick, was there. He'd given up singing - I'd attended a concert at a church in Mt Airy - and now played basketball.

Funny, I said, bc I was just singing this morning. And I sung them a chorus from the US Marines, since Dad was a Marine, From the halls of Montezuma to the shores of Tripoli.

Where the heck is Montezuma AND Tripoli.

See, I should keep singing or I'll lose my voice. Everything atrophies if you don't use it. A quote from Miranda Esmonde White.

,


I told them about Dr Henry Cho, a professor at Columbia University who was working on a vaccine for the virus. He did have luck with animals and a few humans, but it's not ready yet for the general public.

This gave me real hope for the first time.

Good advice during the virus outbreak

FOUND ON POCKET this morning

• Keep your stress levels down. It’s a bit of a vicious cycle, of course: The more you stress about the virus, the more likely you are to suffer from it. “Stress can certainly hurt your immune system,” says Morgan Katz, an assistant professor of infectious diseases at Johns Hopkins University. “Do not panic, try to minimize stress.”

Andrew Diamond, chief medical officer of One Medical, a nationwide network of primary-care providers, says the stress hormone cortisol turns off cells in your immune system. He recommends engaging in activities that people find relaxing, such as meditation.

• Exercise. Low- and moderate-intensity exercise naturally lowers cortisol levels and helps with immune-system function, says Dr. Diamond. One Medical recommends 30 to 60 minutes of exercise a day. If you’re apprehensive about germs in the gym, walk or run outside.

But it is important not to go overboard. A recent study found high-performance athletes have an increased risk of infection, says Elizabeth Bradley, medical director of the Cleveland Clinic’s Center for Functional Medicine. “Exercise helps boost the immune system, but we have to be careful not to overexercise because it can weaken your immune system,” she says.

• Get adequate sleep. For adults, that means getting seven to eight hours of sleep a night. Children should get more, depending on their age.

• Make sure your vaccines are up-to-date, especially the flu vaccine.

• Eat plenty of plain yogurt every day. “It’s really an easy way to boost your probiotics and help support your microbiome,” Dr. Katz says. “It helps to support the good bacteria that live in your body, which help to fight bad bacteria or viruses.”

Dr. Katz also suggests avoiding antibiotics unless you must take them because they deplete the good bacteria in the system, leaving you more vulnerable to other infections.

Other foods that can help support the microbiome include garlic, onion, ginger, sauerkraut and fermented foods, says Dr. Bradley.

• Watch your diet. Stick to a healthful, balanced diet filled with lots of colorful fruits and vegetables to ensure you’re getting enough zinc and vitamin D and other important vitamins and minerals. Most experts say you should be able to get enough of these vitamins and minerals through your diet, and extra supplementation isn’t necessary. But because vitamin D deficiency is relatively common, experts do recommend supplementation if levels are low.

Dr. Bradley recommends eating lots of dark green, leafy vegetables and berries, as well as nuts and seeds, and to minimize foods with sugar and trans fats, which aren’t as nutrient-dense.

Your immune system needs fuel, so avoid ultralow-carbohydrate diets, experts say. In addition, drink lots of water and reduce alcohol consumption, which can disrupt your sleep.

A few conclusions I've made today - Poem: First cup of coffee in the morning

Started watching Hinterlands again today on Netflix. Learned, last night, there are 25 episodes! They're all the same.

Jump into the car - I'll call them Tina and Sam - and follow the supposed perpetrator. How many times can I stand this?

The first few episodes were terrific. Now it's getting old.

Am drinking tasteless organic green tea. It has a fishy taste. For me, it's a day w/o caffeine.

Just dumped it outside.

What? It's gonna keep me safe from harm?

Not gonna finish CODE JANUS by the late Evelyn Anthony. These authors die in their 90s. Some of em anyway.

It's slow moving and I don't understand what's going on.

Will skip to My Lou, I mean, the end and see if I can find out what happened.

As kids, Dad subscribed to Readers Digest Condensed Books.

I remember reading Old Yeller and crying at the end. He became a rabid dog.

Where's my caffeine?

If you can't think of a poem to write, focus on what you've been doing or thinking or seeing.

A bundled up woman walking her German Shepherd, Rudd Weatherwax, if I'm not mistaken, trained Rin Tin Tin. Available I'm sure on the billion YouTubes.

FIRST CUP OF COFFEE IN THE MORNING

When the tea kettle whistles,
I pour the hot water into a lovely cup
I bought at an estate sale around the corner

Stars and vines twisting round and round
Holding it a moment I take my first sip
Hot but not too hot.

I repeat several times
like shampooing my hair.

There's that damn dog barking
across the street.

You would too if your owners
failed to take you out.

Take you out, take you out.
Double-meaning.

Still, it is coffee, one thousand years
from its discovery, look inside,
if you wish, and see your own face
laughing back at you.

***
Finished the book on Iwo Jima by Jack H Lucas.

I highly recommend it.

Borrow it from me. It's on the left shelf of my living room desk.

***

My sister Ellen had bought me a mat from Walmart. It soaked up all the rain.

I lugged it to the side door where I had a simple blue mat, now gracing my front door.

WALKING AROUND THE BLOCK

WALKING AROUND THE BLOCK

Dante, I said as a few raindrops
salted the asphalt, Is it gonna rain?

Sposed to he said wearing sapphire-blue gloves

I walked up Greyhorse out running the rain

And then I saw it!

A gray tarp in someone's back yard
protecting a motor boat

Brrrooom! Brrrooom!

Where shall we head?

Only to places with crazy names
like Lake Nockamixon.

Ach, the wind makes my hair
fly in my face, a glorious feeling
some day I won't have no hair at all

And then a SPRINTER
Enormous rec vehicle that
seems glued to the drive

The virus, the virus, we think about the virus
in between breaths,

Why then did the fellow on the high steps
tell Dante he saw him at the Rite Aid?

Joggers pass by
Service trucks too
FedEx, UPS in brown so
it won't show the dirt

Let's throw pine cones at it, No?

Don't you love short stories?

I am watching HINTERLAND on Netflix.

Good show tho I don't always understand it.

For dinner I had a delicious Marie Calender's Fettucini with Chicken and Broccoli, and I perfectly understood every bite.

What I'm going to do I think - a novel by Larry Woiwode - I read ages ago - is to put many of my unpublished short stories on this blog.

Once I used to publish them on http://www.short-story.net/ - It was so easy. Apparently, tho, the website is messed up and no one gets back to me about my short stories.

Guess what? I figured out how to do it.

The true story is called A BRIEF TOUR OF MY WINDOW SILL.

And now if you'll excuse me, I'm going upstairs to read my book INDESTRUCTIBLE about Iwo Jimo by Jack Lucas.

Enough about the damn virus. The more you read, the more you think you may get it. That's Scott's problem.

He just left for work.

And YES my Times Chronicle did arrive. There it sat in my drive, covered with plastic.

Always interesting with a challenging crossword puzzle.

Your pal,

Ruth Z Deming

Coke bottle art - Poem about Virus

Tried to send this to my friend Gerri but it would not send. She knows I love Coke bottles. You can barely see it... dangling.

First thing I did after waking up was to see if Scott's Cream Cheese white car was in the drive.

Yes!

Then I ran over in my PJs and CVS warm hat.

He went shopping at the Giant on his way home.

Darn! I needed a new package of eggs.

Woke up this morning at 5 am. It was still dark and I made my beloved eggs with everything in it and sat on red couch to read, as is my wont.

Oh! Did I tell you I'm making bean soup in my crock pot?

Am also sipping on coffee in my sister Donna's blue coffee mug.

Ruthie, don't you ever buy anything of your own?

Sarah has a project she's doing. Researching ballet.

We're trying to think of something for me. To that end, I got out my book

100 One Night Reads and figured I'd read some of the books, which shouldn't be too long.

Scott bought some war books at B&N, using my phone no. for a discount. This Jack Lucas book is really good. Prologue by Bob Dole, remember him?

Lemme see if the mailman is coming.

I think I'll mail something to Mom and Ellen. Also to David Robertson in Livermore, CO. Since he ain't here yet, I can mail more cards. (I hate the word "stuff.")

VIRUS

Backyard forsythia
Early blooming tulips
Daffodils yellow as the golden sun
Birdbath swirling with water

Birds!
Bats!

What can we do?
The Almighty sees all
and does nothing.

YOU MUST LOOK UP MIKE MUSE!!!

Saw a really great film on Netflix - A FALL FROM GRACE - by Tyler Perry with Cecily Tyson born in 1923 and Phylicia Rashad in her first starring role in a film. She was from the Bill Cosby Show.

Of course I didn't do it, he says in prison. I could have any woman I wanted. How ridiculous to think I'd need to drug them.

Watch the PANDEMIC of 1917

Click here to watch the outstanding PANDEMIC of 1917.

It was so fascinating I took notes, like the reporter I once was.

The unsung heroes were the nurses who tended patients.

This was the main reason people survived.

There have been pandemics for the last 500 years.

Eskimos were a big part of discovering why so many people died, including Eskimos who were slaughtered like sheep, said one MD.

Anthony Fauci, MD, was quoted as he is today.

A Swede - Johan Hultin, MD - was flown to Alaska as part of his PhD and MD program and reassured the natives no more of them would die.

This was an avian-like virus that adapted to humans.

Today there are several mutations.

Best way to get hold of it is to act early when you suspect something.

In 1917 the virus had a high propensity to kill young adults ages 15-40. The film showed pix of pregnant woman dying. Most of them did.

The folks at the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention have been studying the virus for over 10 years.

We can't predict what it will do.

....

Earlier today I walked around the block. As I headed home I saw other walkers and wanted to catch up with them and say HELLO FELLOW WALKERS, but they went too fast.


Anthony Fauci, MD.