My wife, who is usually in charge of buying groceries, seemed perplexed by some of my purchases for outlasting the apocalypse.
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Category: Dispatches from a Pandemic
How does one “shelter in place” when one has limited shelter?
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In the city that some used to call the Seattle of Italy, nowadays you can only overdose on poetry.
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The coronavirus has made me feel more connected to the world than I have felt in a long time.
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What if, having escaped Hitler, Gidon is killed by a microscopic bug?
Each panel felt a little like The Decameron, where we listened and told stories while the weight of the plague swung over us like a poorly-anchored chandelier.
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“Love As The World Ends”
“If This Next Apocalypse Gets Canceled Or Postponed”
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“Would you like to go for a dinner, let’s say in one or two months, if restaurant will be reopened by that time?” I imagine he would ask.
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Another Chicago Magazine 