STEVEN J. MANNING
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Yo, COVID virus! Got a minute? Mind if I remove my 17¢ life-saving blue paper mask so that I can better “see” you and “hear” you? Oh. OK. You could care less…

Question for you: can you like jump out of an open window of a moving car and bite me when I am walking on a sidewalk?

‘Cause, you see, I see soooo many people walking, alone, on sidewalks all over the country wearing those Fauci-clown things on their faces.

Just yesterday, midday, I saw what looked like a high-school team of eight joggers, hoofing it down Olympic Blvd. (that is a major boulevard in Los Angeles, six lanes across), wearing those silly little blue hankies. I reckon being healthy and fit teens, their apparent labored breathing was all about the exertion of running, and not at all about their restricted airways. Just for the heck of it, I followed them for 15 blocks. They encountered not one other walking person.

But … Were sure passed by a hundred cars, flying by at forty-five miles per hour. Clearly in danger of catching you from those passing cars.

Ohhhh. Sorry. I should share that most Los Angelinos loathe fresh air. On a magnificent  afternoon, 70 degrees nice, I estimated that at least 95% of motorists were sucking Freon, rather thaf fresh air through open windows.

Thanks much, bud. Looking forward to a one liner – by text –  from you. Just say’n… A meeting in person works for me but for a nagging concern that some mob or one or more misanthropes might just seek to cancel my sorry (and healthy and vaccinated to the max) behind.

Did I spy you at the market I stopped in a 9:45 last night? Just before closing. Was that you? Must have been! The store is about 136,000 square feet. I counted four shoppers. One checkout clerk, one store assistant manager and three people stocking shelves. The assistant manager urged that I mask up lest he toss me out of the store.

Do not fret. I masked up.

Thus, all is well in the vegetable isle.