January 30, 2009: So the book I’m reading now, below, is all about the flu epidemic in America circa WW1. Folks started having symptoms one day and likely wound up dead the next. Skin turned blue, suffocating coughs, extreme fevers. Muerte from the inside out. I tend to do a majority of my reading on the subway, to/from work, to/from gym, etc. Can I just mention how disconcerting it is to be reading about a highly contagious, mortal disease while trapped in a moving, largely air-tight box alongside dozens of coughing, sneezing, hacking, wintry ill New Yorkers? Being a strap-hanger has never been so much like, say, Russian Roulette.
Riding 6 Feet Under January 30, 2009