You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows (love you, Bob Dylan!) and you don’t need a PhD in economics to know that we’re in for a world of hurt when it comes to gas prices in coming days.
Yours truly noticed his first north-of-$4 sign on Saturday afternoon, and immediately got himself to a station that was selling it for $3.79, topping up the tank. Given my relatively light amount of driving, maybe that’ll last until the current crisis is over. Wishful thinking, indeed.
The media narrative already has formed: If you don’t embrace higher gas prices as good for democracy, you’re somehow a stooge of Comrade Vlad. Nice try, but good luck with convincing Americans to accept those higher prices. (Somebody on FOX News, who should have known better, got worked up and proclaimed that Americans would be willing to work part-time second jobs to pay for the costs associated with this Russia-Ukraine situation. Get that man an MSNBC gig, stat.)
Ah well, I always say that if I’d been a little bit older, I could have enjoyed all the fun that the 1970s provided America’s youth. It looks like that decade has returned, but without the fun. Alas.
INTERESTING MASKING RATIO: Encore Stage & Studio has launched a new show for kids – review coming up soon from our own Matt Reville – but what interested me was how things stood now that the Arlington school system had lifted its buildings-wide masking mandate.
The mandate applied even to those who were renting facilities, as Encore does with county middle-school auditoriums.
Until now, troupes (Encore, Dominion Stage, etc.) using those facilities were required to have the cast masked up as well as the audience, even when the cast was fully vaccinated.
Producers of the various shows grumbled, but not too loudly if only to keep on good terms with the school system.
The mandate has been lifted, and in the cast of about 18 for Encore’s new “Riley O’Brien and the Lost Leprechaun,” my leprechaun spies from the audience say the ratio was about five or six unmasked performers for every masked one.
Noting the ratio is not to cast aspersions on either those who kept masks on or took them off; I hope we have moved to a world in which, to borrow a line from Chuck Berry, “live like you wanna live, darlin’ – ain’t nobody gonna knock it.”
But it’s good to be able to go to a local theater performance for the first time since the winter of 2020 and actually be able to see performers’ faces. Another step toward nomal(ish)cy.
– Scott McCaffrey