food and death

middle-age American living in New Jersey near the Lincoln Tunnel «« Through my marriage to Hana I have family living about twenty kilometers from the infection point in Italy, they’ve been quarantined for three weeks. I shared this micro audio, which is Hana asking her bro if he’s alive. The tone of the audio is light, but people responded with sentiment about the trouble of Italy. People who know Hana less think of her as Asian, and people who know her more think of her as Italian, and I liked the audio, because it reinforces her Italian. The occasion put the audio in the ears of people I care about, which was great. My core point was checking in on one another as Covid19 continues to kill Americans is wise. One member of the Fusco family of New Jersey died without knowing three of her family members preceded her in death. There is a sense of family order, and the sense of how we will learn a family member died is scripted, and when that order breaks it can be troubling. The death toll expected here in the US will break norms of how we learn about death, and in the Fusco family one member did not learn before she died. What happens before we die is we eat, and my barrio bodega got too crowded for my new social-distancing comfort, so I stepped out. I sort of did not believe how easy the solution was to the problem — no — I can’t believe I thought things I collected were a problem. If I did not return it was just a few items stock pros could restock, and surely they can restock more fluidly than I can unstock. It was liberating. One Mexican family of three exited, and one woman was all I needed to continue in comfort. »» about me 302-990-2346 contact