Notes to Self...and whoever's listening

Wow.  What a week, huh? I hesitate to mention the word (shhh, whisper it: Coronavirus or Covid-19, if you prefer) because we're all getting tired of it.  Looks like for the time being, though, it is a part of our every day lives and vocabulary.  Kids are off school, things are closing faster than we can keep up and grocery stores are seeing records set for certain items bought. It's real.  It's affecting every single person all over the world.  What's worse, it can be INfecting someone and they might not know it.  Scary thought. Besides the obvious concerns about shut downs, loss of jobs for the time being, quarantine possibilities and social distancing, one thing has replayed over and over in my mind.  The last unprecedented even to happen on American soil: 9/11. Here's why: In the late fall of 2000, I had the opportunity and did purchase the store I'd worked for for several years - Party Works.  I loved that store.  We sold party ...