This scan from January contained a note Dick left for me when he went off to work and I was left at home trying to cope with “the Zombie Eye.” (Which is what we call the super large contact lens meant to control the shape of my oddball left eye, in hopes of clearing up some of the double vision issues.)
It was winter. Covid-19 was still a whisper in most circles. I was pedaling away on the indoor bike, working my way through episodes of the new “Lost in Space,” on Netflix.
In January John Robinson’s advice worked on a personal level.
Today it works on a political level.