It’s 77 degrees outside.
Slight ripples on Biscayne Bay as I look out from my living room/office window and ponder how the Tuscan landscape looks. I was supposed to be in Tuscany on a family trip to celebrate my birthday; my daughter had rented a villa in the country, but being an anti-group individual, I had rented an apartment in Florence. Nonetheless, we would get together to visit the Uffizi, L’Accademia, the vineyards, and nearby towns like Lucca and San Gimignano, partake of lovely meals and hang out enjoying the loveliness of Tuscany.
But it was not meant t

o be: Covid-19 halted the trip. Instead, I’m in Miami, under a quasi-lockdown due to the increasing number of infected folks in South Florida. Nothing as dramatic as New York City, Washington, or California, but increasing at rapid speed. It’s quite worrisome! While my daughter is very stressed, it has taken longer for my granddaughter to fully grasp the perils surrounding her, due to the sense of invulnerability derived from her age group: millennials.
Ah, some millennials: feeling invincible, claiming independence while living dangerously dependent on their parents, ignoring past lessons, viewing the world from a navel-centered vantage point. Millennials have no concept of a world without the internet, smartphones, and social networks. Reaching this age group to heed the call for social distancing to lower the curve of Covid-19 infections has not been easy, although they are beginning to listen.
The ripples on the bay water have quieted; maybe our stress also will.