After The Plague
September, 1999
After the plague--it was some sort of Ebola mutation passed from hand to hand and nose to nose like the common cold--life was different. More relaxed and expansive, more natural. The rat race was over, the freeways were clear all the way to Sacramento and the poor dwindling ravaged planet was suddenly big and mysterious again. It was a kind of miracle really, what the environmentalists had been hoping for all along, though of course even the most strident of them wouldn't have wished for his own...
