The view from the smock room, March 7, 2020. |
According to the entry on the website The Week for March 7, 2020,
“Overall, the number of global cases of COVID-19 crossed the 100,000 threshold
Friday and it has reportedly killed nearly 3,500 people. The U.S. death toll
rose to 17 after Florida reported two fatalities, the first that weren't on the
West Coast.” In Austin, the South by Southwest Festival, due to start on March 13, was cancelled for the first time in 34 years.
On March 7, 2020, as I drove back to Lowell from a hair appointment in Worcester, my
phone rang. It was a message from the Bank to all employees, telling us that
the annual Bank-wide Celebration of Success, scheduled for the following
Tuesday, was cancelled. Having 500 team members in one place was too risky. The
event had been postponed by one day in the past due to snowstorms, but this was
something else.
That evening, I met friends at Christina’s Restaurant in
Leominster for dinner, followed by a dance party at the Elks club with the band
Neurotic Gumbo. I didn’t know it at the time, but it was my last time eating dinner in a restaurant with friends for a year, maybe two. Possibly three, if
we’re talking about a sit down restaurant dinner with drinks, at night.
March 7, 2020. |
Since that day three years ago, nothing has been quite the
same. Schedules, relationships, routines, work, all shaken up and not always put back together the way they were. And that's not necessarily a bad thing. Just different.
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