I think I love Preppers! In my head, I’m one of them, in reality not great at follow-through. Trudging uphill to the drugstore, berating myself, I realized that sometimes there isn’t enough room in a place to keep a large rolling stock of personal paper products, food, baked goods - and who knows? Some people in places like NYC have the tiniest apartments and tiniest refrigerators ever.
My Dad, (1924) a Depression Era kid always had about 10 5lb bags of sugar in the cupboard, and a big tall closet of paper products and 3liter sodas. I don’t know where he hid his Heinz ketchup and Spaghettios...
Mom (1929) mocked this, but she had 13 sets of china. She liked pretty things, and had 6 kids. She thought we should have choices, and couldn’t get rid of family pieces.
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Me, Saturday, Lincoln Ave, makeshift mask, after getting the Death-Ray glare from my next-door-apt neighbor, who was in a hazmat suit. I kid you not. He has Steve McQueen eyes. That glare froze my blood, and ok, hurt my feelings. Because, I don’t qualify for a real mask, or a hazmat suit, you know?
Sorry, you can’t see my pearls.
Drug store and groc stocked up, but - oh noooooooo, bakery closed until end of the month. That’s ok, we want people to survive, we love our bakers, and all other community workers.