Please elaborate. What was it like?
Four wonderful days at a lake house in Tennessee with my Ohio based riding buddies. Guys I've been riding with for over 10 years now. Life was completely normal in Tennesse. It felt so good to eat in a restaurant, To look around and not see any obvious evidence of the last few months was so refreshing. It was greatly appreciated.
In Harrisonburg, VA I stopped for gas at a large, very popular Sheetz station. Lots of people everywhere, all of them wearing masks. No, no, no, no, no, I don't want to be here. I felt like I had escaped the land of the zombies, and now I'm right back to it. It was shocking and I wanted no part of it. I took no break, put the nozzle back in the pump, use my hand sanitizer, took off, called my wife and said I don't want to be here. She had to help me adjust my perspective.
Back in the office today. Wearing a mask walking in and around the building. Life is back to the "new" normal. I like the old normal way better.
Yes, I do recognize my thoughts and perspective may not be appreciated or condoned by many. That's fair.
Now back on topic...let's go to Arkansas.