Wednesday, March 18, 2020

Silence Does Not Mean We Are Locked in the Bunker

 Or - A.B.D.s - the degree boasted by those who never finish.

NW Arkansas seems calmer than the metro areas. However, I notice a lot more big companies announcing delays due to new restrictions.

I have worked from home, almost exclusively, for years. It makes me sad that so many have fed the panic and predicted endless doom, instead of pointing out the blessings and power of America.

My father was always ahead on supplies, because he tried to run a bakery during rationing. He never ran out of flour and sugar, and he sold his extra supplies to other bakers - at cost - when they needed some.

Extreme times are full of paradox. When there was an issue with eggs some time ago, the egg section at the super-center was filled to the brim, untouched. Yesterday, the enormous egg section was empty while workers were bringing palettes of Dr. Pepper and Pepsi in. I thought, "What a country!"

How do they refill an egg shortage? "OK, hens, this is 'Merica. You need to double production, and now squawking about it."

Mrs. Ichabod said, years ago, "Stay ahead on water. If we are out of water, nothing else matters."

I built up the butler's pantry so we have a supply of everything but not too much of anything. Ranger Bob passed on some canned goods from his step-father. "Best before Jan 2012" was not encouraging. We skipped using them.

Christina laughed when I said I swapped one roll of paper towels for the title to his truck. She knows how much he loves his vehicles. The tax refund allowed him to get new tires.

The hardware stores have paper products. Men do not fill shopping carts full of paper during a panic. They want beer and tools.

 "A dog will not willingly give up a large bone for a small bone." Adam Smith, economist