Every so often I have to do what I call a mental cleansing. As time goes by my brain fills with lots of ideas for articles, book chapters and travel logs. They seem to be good ideas at the time, but are generally not enough for a 500 to 700 word column. Welcome to random thoughts.
We used to live in a filthy dirty world before the pandemic. Hand washing was something only doctors, nurses and other caregivers did on a regular basis. The rest of us just washed hands when it felt necessary; after cleaning fishing gear, changing boat oil, or some other greasy job. I recently noticed that every man in a public restroom washes his hands now after doing his business. I can say that’s a big change versus a few months ago. Sorry…
I’m still wondering what the fascination with toilet paper is all about. It just doesn’t make any sense, especially here in Florida. I’ve been through at least a dozen hurricane watches and I can’t remember there ever being a run on toilet paper. What is the deal?! I can understand water, wood, generators, batteries and the like, but toilet paper?
The powers that be seem to hold a grudge against fishermen. Whenever they announce a beach or park opening they then limit fishing. The posted sign usually says “Activities restricted to walking, running and exercising. No fishing or sitting allowed.” I’ve got news for them. There is no other activity that supports social distancing like fishing does. Anglers don’t like to be close to each other when fishing, whether on a beach, pier or otherwise. If you get too close to another fisherman you better be offering free bait or solid information.
I bought a bicycle about a month into the lockdown because I was getting fat. The refrigerator was becoming my friend, and that combined with cocktail hour creeping up a bit each week didn’t help matters much. I was in serious need of exercise and I truly hate walking. It now looks as if I was way ahead of the curve on this trend. You can’t buy a bike anywhere right now. Perhaps I should sell mine for profit and buy more food and alcohol.
Recreational vehicles are now trending thanks to COVID-19. A friend of mine sells them and he actually called it a gold rush. They can’t get them fast enough and are selling out of certain lower priced models. My wife and I have even discussed the possibility of owning one. Look at this way. You can tow your hotel room around with you. There’s a place to sleep, cook, and go to the bathroom. You know that the room is safe and mostly free of germs and there are a ton of campgrounds in the good ol’ U.S. of A. Here’s the best part. If you don’t like your neighbors at the RV Park you can just move to another spot.
People in person are much nicer than people online. Even friends. What in the world happened to manners and loving your fellow man? I understand that hiding behind a computer or cellphone is easy when voicing complaints, but it’s always a good idea to be civil with each other. I hate to use it, but the “snooze for 30 days” button is a life saver.
I don’t have anything against protesting. It’s a right provided in our Constitution. However I don’t approve of violence of any kind. Secondly, I don’t understand what happened to the importance of social distancing. It seems to have gone right out the window when it comes to public protesting (and rallies). I’m going to be seriously ticked off if we all wind up sheltering at home again. It’s already tough enough to find toilet paper.
Captain Rob Modys is a lifetime Florida outdoorsman and retired spin & fly fishing guide. He is past president and board chairman of the Florida Outdoor Writers Association and serves on the board of the Florida Guides Association.