The Ice Age v. The Isolation Age
In the April 3 installment of The Goldman State, my calling our shelter-at-home era The Isolation Age apparently tickled a few readers, which in turn tickled me. It was especially nice to receive compliments from the artist Ellen Brouse, a faithful reader who lives on a peninsula on the Washington coast. More to the point, Ellen’s been a friend of mine since junior high school. She taught me back then how to improve my dancing—enough to prevent alarmed bystanders from leaving our school “platter parties” to phone for an exorcist.
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