Life After Lockdown

Post-COVID dreaming

It is a new day. People are commuting on electric bikes on Martin Luther King Drive – which has now been closed year-round. They are smiling, not only because the vaccine that eradicated Coronavirus has also been found to cure baldness, warts and depression, but that restaurant on Midvale is finally open. The food is good and reasonably priced, delivered by kind servers. The hole in the ozone layer has been reduced to the size of a pin, due to stricter environmental regulations spurred by decreased pollution levels during the country’s lockdown. The air is fresher, cleaner. Dolphin are swimming in the Schuylkill.

Yesterday, after five months in office, President Biden resigned, citing poor health. Tammy Duckworth is now president, which was his plan all along. Elizabeth Warren is our Treasury Secretary. Trump has fled to Russia to avoid prosecution, unlike his entire administration that is now serving time. Melania is married to a 26-year-old professional soccer player. From Mexico.

Since the pandemic proved that many of our minimum wage are essential workers, the minimum wage is $25 an hour. Community colleges and state colleges are free for people making under $40,000 a year. Elon Musk is lost in space. Hedge fund investors never emerged from their luxury bunkers. Dr. Fauci has replaced Dr. Phil on all daytime talk shows and Dr. J has replaced Dr. Oz. The Sixers are in the playoffs. Boston is not.

Facebook has finally agreed to eradicate hate-speech and fake news, but not in time to be surpassed by, ironically, MySpace. CEOs of bankrupt businesses have been forced to give back their golden parachutes and the money will go towards vacations for nurses who selflessly saved lives during the pandemic All those who received bailouts from the mismanaged first (out of 17) Coronavirus relief bills, who never really needed the money, have given their money to charity. Of course, these are just dreams, of a better world than the one we live in now, where we can go out to bars, see our friends, go back to work, in a country now united, not just against a virus, but against the hatred, greed and ignorance that has divided us for far too long.

About Nate House 17 Articles
Nate House moved to Calumet Street in East Falls after living on the Delaware Bayshore for two years. Before that he lived in Philadelphia neighborhoods from the Northeast to South Philly. He teaches English and Communications at Community College of Philadelphia. Links to stories about ghosts (he has yet to see a ghost in East Falls), birds, dogs and magical fish can be found at natehouse. wordpress.com.

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