The other
day, I watched nuclear warheads being rolled into place. I was in New
York and saw the news on a television at the gym, as people did
their reps and stomped away on the treadmills around me. I looked around
and realized that I was the only one watching, standing transfixed in
front of the television, with my mouth slightly agape, because it’s
something I never thought I’d see in my lifetime.
Like
everybody else there, I went back to what I was doing and headed toward
the exercise room. But couldn’t get it out of my head that that’s our new
normal. We’re not shocked anymore, even though this might very well be it
for us. I’ve never thought of anyone as “our enemy,” possibly
because I look at the world through the lens of food. (And drink.)
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