Remember When...

 The Schloss-Blog is wondering if you remember...

...when the only thing you had to worry about 7 months ago was whether you had enough toilet paper?

Now you're worried about paying the rent. And the medical bills.

Remember when, if you're an old-timer like me, the only thing you had to worry about was waiting in line for gas during the shortage of 1973?

Now you've got a full tank of gas and nowhere to go thanks to COVID-19.

Unless you live in Florida. If you live there and live that long, that is (thank you, Gov. De-Ass-tis).

Remember when the only thing you had to worry about in college was whether you could get a dime bag before you had dinner?

Now you're worried that there's a cannabis store across the street from your kid's school.

The one he or she is attending, remotely.,

Remember when you were worried about who your kids were hanging out with or socializing with or ... heavens to Murgatroyd ... dating?

Now you're worried that your kids are spending too much time at home.

On a screen.

Going ... who knows where.

With .. who knows who?

Remember when you went to the gym and worked out all the time?

Now you have to make an appointment to go.

And have your temperature taken when you get there.

And where a mask while working out.

Comfy, are you?

Remember when you covered your mouth and your face when you coughed or sneezed?

Now you cough or sneeze into the crook of your elbow.

At least you're supposed to.

Remember when you could settle in with a good book on a long flight?

Now you're wondering if you'll go on a long flight again.

Ever.

Remember when you never heard of online meetings?

Now where would you be without Zoom?

Or Webex?

Remember when you filled out a bracket for the NCAA Tournament?

Now you have to fill one out for the MLB Tournament.

In Texas.

Where the World Series will be played.

No matter who's in it.

Wonder if they'll have any 7-inning games?

And finally, remember when you had your accountant do your taxes?

Donald Trump's will be done by the Supreme Court, if he has his way.

Good night, Mrs. Calabash. Here's to you, Mrs. Robinson.

More on my Radio Free Phoenix show Sunday night.