Days sans Petanque: Party like it's 1919

Look babe, you are supposed to be in color not black and white.

Michelle, it's 1919. There was no color then. Everything was black and white. A simpler time. And I'm The Babe. You just called me that didn't you? And besides, I feel great. I just beat the odds and survived the Spanish flu pandemic. What could go wrong?

I called you Babe. Not The Babe. And it's 2020. A hundred years later. So stop fooling around. You're scaring me. It must be something to do with the Corona Virus Pandemic we're in now. It must be a back to the future or past thingy syndrome. You might get stuck there and we'll need you for the Wine Country Open whenever all this is over. So snap out of it!

*** In his last year playing for the Red Sox, Babe Ruth set a major league record with 29 home runs and also led the league in runs batted in and runs scored. Ruth also made 15 pitching starts, going 9–5 with a 2.97 earned run average. —Wikipedia. I have no idea if that's good or bad. But he was still alive to do it so I guess that's what really counts.

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How serious is this thing? In 1918 the influenza (H1N1) pandemic about one third of world's population got infected. That's about 500 million people. With no vaccine or antibiotics for secondary bacterial infections an estimated 50 million people died. We have no vaccine against this outbreak so surviving the infection is a roll of the dice. I want to get back to playing petanque as much as anyone, but this is not something to treat lightly. It can kill you. Actually what really worries me, is that it can kill me and I'd really like to survive until the next Westerbeck party.

So. Be strong. Beware. And if we meet on the street be at least six feet away. Love to you all, my brothers and sisters in petanque,

Carlos

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Wait, you don't understand. If you don't play, there's no music. If there's no music, they don't dance. If they don't dance, they don't kiss and fall in love and I'm history. —Marty Mcfly, "Back To The Future"

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