I’ve Seen What Will Happen If We Reopen Our Schools

I’m making myself some lunch when my seventeen-year-old walks into the kitchen. He’s just woken up. The summer that should have been his first real job has become the summer he does random yard work for neighbors (while wearing a mask) and sleeps a lot.

He passes me and goes straight to the medicine cabinet. A moment later he’s standing in front of me holding out the fancy…