I was stopped by a cop yesterday and told to go home.
I pleaded with the cop that you can't go home. He didn't understand. To build my case I pulled out a copy of You Can't Go Home Again and gave it to him.
To my shock and surprise he sat in his cruiser and read the entire book. Cover to cover. Every word.
He exited his cruiser, walked up to me, hands on his belt, and said, "You know what? You're right. You can't go home."
He sent me on my way.
I decided that one day when he isn't busy busting BBQ joints and belittling pedestrians, we will start a book club together.
A happy pandemic story.
