The holiday season is always a patchwork of light and darkness. Some find joy in family gatherings for Thanksgiving and Christmas; others grieve in loneliness the memory of absent loved ones. Some come together around tables laden with traditional foods lovingly prepared and served; others rely on cafeterias or soup kitchens staffed by strangers to serve from a limited menu; still others eat alone.
This year is different. The darkness is spreading. Today, as I write on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, our county goes on red alert and begin strict shutdowns. Last week, the authorities added a few additional restrictions to those required by level yellow security in the hopes of staving off a move to level orange before Thanksgiving. This morning we are still on enhanced yellow. At five o’clock, we will jump straight to red. Personal gatherings of any kind are banned; grocery stores are confined to limited service; restaurants will offer only curbside takeout. What will happen to the soup kitchens I do not know. And I doubt that even restaurant and grocery stores dumpsters will have much to offer the homeless who depend on them.