A couple of weeks after the lockdown began in earnest where I live, things were feeling weird. Then they got more so as people in our small community were tested, not for the virus itself, but for their tensile strength.
A short lived but intense neighbourhood controversy blew up over whether or not to keep our community dock open. This is a structure we support with modest membership fees, that volunteers work to keep maintained, the place where, every summer, there is a community jump off that kick starts the potluck picnic on adjoining decks. In the summer, I swim from the dock every morning I can, neighbours moor kayaks along the side, and those with bigger boats load and unload there. A few of we moon worshippers gather on summer nights for magical moonlight swims. Close the dock?
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