Memories of Lockdown

I wish I had kept a daily diary of all that went on while the government illegally locked us down during Covid. But I do have memories, and many of them quite wonderful.

I remember the stillness and quiet, sitting in the backyard with my wife, watching our children play, watching the chickens do that scratch-scratch-look thing as they hunted for mites in the dirt.

It was a time when the Catholic school kids on the block finally gelled with the Publics, and they traveled in bike-packs all over th...