SHORT RIBS AND RANDOM THOUGHTS, June 14 2020

AFTER THE LOCKDOWN, WHAT?

The town seems to be opening up again in and I feel guilty for not having been more inconvenienced. I just don’t go out any more! And I’m wondering why I don’t miss it. .

I used to go to meetings, but a year or two ago I developed an allergy to meetings. I used to shop for groceries but then I discovered Eureka Grocery Delivery. Between them and Cloney’s I could hole up here for weeks. The vet makes house calls. Thank God I don’t have kids.

We’ve all figured out that takeout is more fun than schlepping to a restaurant. I said before that 30% of the people who are working from home will find a way tt continue that;

From what I’ve seen of Zoom, I’m not really drawn to it. The dog is not getting walked enough since we lost the housekeeper. Amazon is dropping packages off more and more frequently. I haven’t seen the new configuration at the bottom of the Harris Street hill; it sounds dreadful. Other than that, it sounds like everything is normal except that everything is NOT normal and never will be again.

How about you guys? How about the Covid? Are you ready for a challenging time this Summer and Fall? The worse is obviously still to come.

THE MAN WHO GOT ME TO MOVE BACK TO EUREKA

You’ve probably read about the recent death of Winfred Grissom, the “PAPEH!” man who hawked the Times-Standard downtown for so many years. Let me tell you MY Winfred story..

In the early ‘Nineties I was still living in Hawaii and had only started to think about moving back to Eureka. On one trip I found myself driving bayward on F Street near the Greek church when I saw a house with a FOR SALE sign. I slowed down to take a look and realized there was no one behind me so I stopped. After five minutes I realized further that no one was trying to get past me, in fact there had been no other traffic at all. I was impressed, coming from the congestion of Honolulu.

About five minutes later I was driving past the Courthouse when I heard a high screechy voice yelling “PAPEH”. I pulled over to see if there were any houses listed for sale and found I didn’t have any change. “No problem”, he said. I’ll run into you some time”. I had tears in my eyes driving back because in my eleven years in Hawaii, no one had ever trusted me for a quarter. Two days later I made an offer on my house. And I did pay back the quarter. I never knew his name until recently when I read about his being in Alder Bay. I THOUGHT I would go over and see him but I never did and I will always regret it.

Goodbye Papeh man. You will be remembered.