Here in the Broadway corridor with all the honky-tonks, there is some live music (and of course all of this is aggravated even further with the bombing around the corner on 2nd Avenue), but the clubs are under orders to Last Call at 10:30 and empty by 11. The Opry is playing to socially-distanced / 20% capacity crowds, as are the Titans (and soon the Predators) when in town. But then again, at least half the venues have never re-opened.
Then as well, it's chilling to go to past any of the lots of the bus companies, and all the tour buses are parked cheek to jowl, as they have been all year. You couldn't fit another one in without dropping it in with a Manitowoc crain. The 18-wheelers for lights and sound are all hauling fruit from Florida, or other commercial freight. The sound and light contractors are packed floor to ceiling with everything that's NOT on the road, and the local SIR outpost thinks its a big day if they have more than two deliveries or pickups.
And yet the virus is just roaring around the country with a vengeance. I won't be able to attend my only niece's wedding in three weeks in New Orleans, it's too dangerous, and I've simply had to chalk it up to she'll be married far longer than this menace will be around, so I'll see them down the road sometime. Me and the Mrs. are both 65, so hopefully our vaccinations will occur soon. Couldn't be soon enough for me. This has been one of the hardest years I've lived through, just as it has been for so many others, and I didn't even have fires or hurricanes (or tornadoes ) to dodge.
