As we were out of cheddar cheese today I found myself, fifty years old, at the Costco, slipping into fascism, singing Jane’s Addiction.

“Everybody’s got their own opinion, everybody’s got their own opinion.”

Some of the shoppers looked anxious and sad, some just anxious. Some wore masks. One wore a Kirby shirt with a proud Kirby, round and pink. The Costco no longer sells books. The checkout lady was extremely helpful, checked my I.D. for my wine (to go with the cheese) and wished me a belated happy birthday. I said, “Yeah, this year my birthday was pretty much eclipsed by the election.” She asked, “Well did you do anything to celebrate?” I said, “Oh we celebrated it before.”