Thoughts on the Spamdemic

Yes, you read that right.

I’d just like to throw my two cents worth into the ring.

During this time of unease, fear, and butt wipe hoarding, I find that I am getting more upset about our human condition each and every day.

I stood in line at Costco AND WinCo here in Coeur d’Alene over the span of the past few days; not to fill my garage with hand sanitizers, or toilet paper, or baby wipes…but to simply stock up for the next few weeks on the basic necessities of life.

Food was our primary motivator. Especially if we have to self-isolate, as the CDC wants everyone to do, for 2-4 weeks. Guy’s gotta eat something besides antiseptic wipes, you know?

But, I digress. Back to the subject at hand!

So, here I was with the family, standing patiently in an ever-growing line, engaging in small talk with those around us. Most were very accommodating, with the silent understanding that this was going to be a long, sometimes drawn-out process to the checkout lane.

And yet, there were those who pushed people rudely out of their way, intent on getting to that last jewel still left on the shelves, whether it’s was a pack of ramen noodles, or the gem of a can of chicken and noodle soup, or (insert craved-after item here).

THESE are the people of the spamdemic…and yes, I call it SPAMdemic because we are being bombarded from all sides by articles from the media…titles like “Is God Mad at Mankind?” or “Panic Pandemic!” Supposed newsworthy tidbits that are nothing more than spam pieces, catching the attention of the worrisome populace and send it into a total, cash-spending freefall.

This, my friends, is just like the stomach-churning, bath salt eating “zombie” craze of the past few years, or the madness of the impeachment trails of President Trump, or the fiery (literally) rise and fall of the Samsung Galaxy Note 7. Each one of these was a super-hyped event, and yet failed to live up to the excitement of its newsworthiness. Each one crashed and burned miserably.

So, we watched, in amusement and uneasiness, as these spamaholics barged their way down aisles of empty shelving, looking in vain for anything to fill the empty spaces in their cars…and my heart went out to them.

My friends, these are the people of the new era of mass media…those who have an empty space in their hearts, and allow it to be filled by misinformation; by half-truths; and by panic-induced fear. They are the people who believe EVERYTHING the media tells them. People who think more of themselves instead of their neighbor; who practice “social distancing” to the nth degree and live in their own bubble instead of popping that thing and seeing the real, living world outside.

We, as a society; as a world, need to band together and stand together and fight this virus called COVID-19 and defeat it. TOGETHER. We need to call our neighbor and see if we can help them out, whether it’s getting groceries for them, or sharing bottles of hand sanitizer with them that we have hoarded; or heck…even giving them a few rolls of that precious commodity called toilet paper.

It’s time to wipe that crappy attitude of “me first” and get into the mindset of “we first.” WE meaning as one people of this wonderful planet we call Earth.

Together, we WILL come out on top. There are enough people working on an immunization that we will have one soon. And, after a few months, this thing called the coronavirus will fade away into our subconsciousnesses; we will remember it like a bad dream, and let out a collective sigh of relief.

And, who knows? We might even have a few rolls of TP left in our stash when all is said and done. 🙂

Stay healthy, my friends!!

It’s Been A While…

Life, they say, often gets in the way of things: it may be working on a new hobby, or spending time with a favorite book; or maybe even writing in a blog.

Yes, that latter one sounds very familiar to me. As I sit here this evening and read over my long-dormant blog, I am floored that it has been FOUR years since I put any thoughts down. And a LOT has happened these past four years!

First things first: the Davis family moved from the bitter winters of southeastern Wisconsin, to the more temperate climate of northern Idaho. This move was precipitated by a job promotion to help head up a new fiber optic build in Coeur d’Alene, a tourist metropolis that the company I work for, TDS Telecom, chose to build a 700 mile fiber network and offer services to.

And yes, it was a shocker to relocate 1,600 miles away from everything you have ever known in the Midwest; different weather, different people, with no security net underneath. Many sleepless nights were spent wondering if this was indeed the correct decision I had made. But, gradually, as the days, weeks and months went by, and as the local population embraced us with open arms, we came to realize that it was one of the best decisions we had ever made.

The second point of interest in the Davis family: one of our sons, Jon, came to live with us, along with our youngest daughter, Kelsey, who recently graduated with her BSN from Marian University in Wisconsin. It is a blessing to have them out here in the area, and we are hoping that as we become more entrenched in the community, that perhaps more fo our family will follow suit and come here; first to visit, and then maybe even consider a move to this bustling area.

With the end of our first six months here, I won an Elite Sellers award as the top supervisor in the emerging markets between us and Central Wisconsin (who we competed against), and we are planning an all expenses paid trip to Unico Riviera Maya in April. It was indeed an exciting time as we took the CdA area by storm and racked up some health sales.

Also, I now have THREE books out in the marketplace: Disaster at Havendale, Storm’s End (the sequel), and Slice of Home, Slice of Life, which is a compilation of all my op-ed pieces that were published in the Linn County Leader, our local paper in Brookfield MO, from 2005-2010. I’m currently working on a short story novel called Stranger Tides, which has become a more massive project than I realized.

Now that things are finally settling down, I plan on picking up the blog from time to time, and put some thoughts, feelings, and bigger picture items down for posterity’s sake. Stop by from time to time to see what weird musings I might ponder!

Until next time!

It’s Your World Now

A deep and profound sense of sadness permeates the Davis household this evening as the sorrowful news came in from all forms of media: Glenn Frey, one of the founders of The Eagles, was dead at age 65.

My mind immediately flashed back to the early ’70’s and days spent listening to “Take it Easy”, “Witchy Woman”, and “Peaceful, Easy Feeling”; it was the theme music of our final days in Los Angeles, CA, and the drawn-out Route 66 journey to northern Missouri in a small town called Brookfield, where we would start our new lives together.

This album kept the insanity of a life uprooted in check; it was a soothing balm of chords and melodies that spoke of endless miles of a carefree life just driving on the highways and byways of yesteryear. It was soul-searching music of doubtful love with feet firmly “standing on the ground.” Southern California rock with meaningful lyrics laid against driving beats…yes, it was suffice to say that The Eagles had taken flight with that first album, with several more to come.

And even when the bickering came, the band split up, and each went their own separate ways with successful solo careers, there was always this feeling that somehow, someway, this iconic supergroup of musicians would make sweet music again; the dream came to fruition with the release of the live “Hell Freezes Over” album. The Eagles were back, and with a vengeance. All seemed right with the world once again.

And then, today, the news. Gut-wrenching, mind-blowing, and ever-so-final.

The tributes are still pouring in for this multi-talented actor/musician; as I sit here and write, the last lyrics that run through my head are from their last studio album, “Long Road out of Eden” and the hauntingly beautiful “It’s Your World Now.”

A perfect day, the sun is sinkin’ low
As evening falls, the gentle breezes blow
The time we shared went by so fast
Just like a dream, we knew it couldn’t last
But I’d do it all again
If I could, somehow
But I must be leavin’ soon
It’s your world now

It’s your world now
My race is run
I’m moving on
Like the setting sun
No sad goodbyes
No tears allowed
You’ll be alright
It’s your world now

Even when we are apart
You’ll always be in my heart
When dark clouds appear in the sky
Remember true love never dies

But first a kiss, one glass of wine
Just one more dance while there’s still time
My one last wish: someday, you’ll see
How hard I tried and how much you meant to me

It’s your world now
Use well your time
Be part of something good
Leave something good behind
The curtain falls
I take my bow
That’s how it’s meant to be
It’s your world now
It’s your world now
It’s your world now

Rest in peace, Glenn. You really gave this guy, as well as the rest of the world, some great memories through the gift of music.