If there is ANYTHING good to come out
this whole pandemic, stuck-at-home, self-quarantine era in which we
live, I think I may have found it.
I don't see piles of puke walking to
work every morning.
As I know I've mentioned in here
before, living and working in downtown Marquette does allow one a few
unique perks, among them seeing piles of vomit from people who were
walking home from the bars the night before. It happens so often, in
fact, that Loraine and I know just where to look—between Bluff &
Ridge on Front & Third Streets. It's in that area that the
physical exertion of walking up the hills causes really drunk people
to lose whatever it was sitting in their stomachs. Usually, it's
purple, red, or yellow, and it's usually, although not always, in
chunks.
It's one of the joys of living in
downtown Marquette.
However, since the bars were shut down
last week the vomit has disappeared. When I walk to work in the
morning (because, of course, I still have to work) the sidewalks are
vomit free. The steps at Peter White Public Library (a favored spot
for barfing) are vomit free. The streets are vomit free. For the
first time in the 18 years I've been working downtown, there's not a
sign of spewing, hurling, blowing chunks, or projectile vomit
anywhere.
I know it's hard to look for a bright
spot in the world these days, but who knows. Maybe I've found it.
8-)
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