One of the major casualties of the pandemic was/is the loss of live concerts and other entertainment venues. I would never slight the fatalities of this deadly virus attack but consider another type of human loss: The emotions you experience when you feel the intense power of a live theater’s actors take you to points unknown, or the band absolutely messin’ with your mind with their music or sitting in a box seat for the World Series or Super Bowl screaming your ass off, hugging complete strangers and emoting. Feeling great, feeling devastated, but feeling.
Now think for a second. What if we lost that for good?
The loss of live concerts, plays and sporting events are just a few examples of things that move people. The entire gamut of emotions (you know I’m a big emotions guy) are conveyed and felt, allowing the human spirit to soar to infinite heights and insufferable lows. We can’t lose that.
I am chomping at the bit to go to the art museum since they have eased the Covid restrictions, but we are pretty much staying put until we can get vaccinated. I can spend hours in an art museum and have done so in some of the finest. While most of my friends in England had fun things planned for the weekend, I did too. For a time in summer I took a coach to Oxford on Saturday mornings. I visited a little shop where I picked up a few Cadbury treats (chocolate covered hazelnuts Yum!) and perused the latest offerings for the little Matchbox collectibles. I also grabbed a small butter and watercress sandwich that I would eat later for lunch. The Tobacconist had his dusty old radio playing. It was Lulu singing Oh Me, Oh My (I’m a Fool For You Baby). I had a big crush on Lulu back then and actually saw her from about 5 feet away when she performed on the back of a long flatbed. She had starred in the movie To Sir, With Love with the utterly brilliant Sidney Portier. She wore lots of makeup and a mini-skirt (Hello!).
The Ashmolean Museum opened at 10am and I was near the top of the large set of steps when the doors opened. I would start on the top floor and work my way down. I checked out everything. My favorite thing of all was the gem studded collection of medieval crucifixes. I loved the paintings and sculptures and spent nearly six hours like it was fifteen minutes before I had to catch the 4 o’clock bus back to Upper Heyford Air Force Base (formerly RAF Upper Heyford).
I’m praying that the progress we are making on defeating the virus will continue to open back our world.
To stop COVID-19 from killing us.
To freedom from needing to wear masks.
From having to teach your children from home.
From having to work from home (for some people).
From not being able to travel safely.
From not having access to safely attend large audience venues.