Pandemic Jubilee
It’s Saturday. Walking rapidly, you are almost at the school’s back lot where, like every other Saturday in summer, the neighborhood gathers for a brisk game of whiffle ball. You aren’t concerned at being late. You have the ball. The game won’t start without you. You round the final corner and sure enough. The gang is all there. You see the fat orange bat on the ground by home plate. It’s not your favorite but you know the crowd will soon relish your crack of plastic on plastic. As your team’s slugger, you will be first up, and with this bat every pitch is a homer…or close enough. The pitcher walks from the mound as you approach, and you toss him the whiffle. But he doesn't turn back around. Surprised, you watch him continue walking towards you, his feet skipping like he's won a free dilly stick from the Dairy Queen. “Listen,” he says excitedly. “I did some math and guess what?” You don’t know. “If you subtract 50 from 2020 you get 1970,” he says, his eyes boring into...