This crisis will end. The day will come. We may come out of it battered and broke, and a bit overweight, but the sun will shine on Sylvan Lake again.
I really can’t take another thread about who’s breaking the rules or who is bound to kill us all. There are morons in our midst. I forgive them.
Let’s start planning, right this minute, the biggest party this town has ever seen. Like you see when everyone comes out of their holes when the alien invasion is defeated at the end of the movie. Only with boats, and our kids, and John Martin with his trombone.
Let’s close off the streets, fire up the grills, have a parade, laugh like fools, and all go jump naked into the lake. I’m not kidding. I’ll go first.
Maybe you have an idea you can share on this page. Maybe we can get to 500 comments, and fights can break out about which color balloons we should have, where we should set up the Tilt-A-Whirl, and which bands should play.
Maybe we can push all the scary, sad, tense and frightening stuff way down to the bottom of the page and all take a break from it for a day.
We’re all fighting this invasion, all frazzled, together. Let’s make a plan for the day when it’s finally over. It will come.