Yesterday my town morphed into Mayberry.
The sound of incessant car horns beeping, fire engines blaring and loud cheering drew me out of the quiet of my office yesterday afternoon. I thought perhaps this was my town’s equivalent of the N.Y.C. 7:00 appreciation cheer for all the first responders.
I went out into my front porch to witness a parade of slow-moving vehicles all with open windows, men, women, and children reaching out and cheering us, their isolated neighbors. Strangers in cars waved at each passing home, cheering us on that we are not alone. Fire trucks and automobiles festooned with signs saying “We Miss You,” “We Love You,” “You Are Not Alone,” drove slowly by each house, each waving and shouting as we each in our own cocoons connected from afar. My heart was full, my eyes teared up and I half expected to see Aunt Bea waving an embroidered hankie from a 1963 Chevy.
The story felt like something straight out of Readers Digest’s infamous collection of heartwarming, homey anecdotes that ran under the heading “Life in These United States.” I know that all over the country even as we self distance from one another, communities are coming together in a show of solidarity in this grim and perilous time
This too is life in these United States in the age of Coronavirus.