Some people stop to think, and forget to start again.
Well, >>there’s<< your problem.
Even if it is just the athletes, judges, media crews, food service, etc, etc, etc – it’s still a super-spreader event.
I had two shots of whiskey, does that count?
Seriously, I’ve also had both Moderna shots, and I wear a mask going out anywhere.
Verne’s comment in panel #3 reminds me of my two definitions of “expert”:
One: an ex is a has-been and a spert is a drip under pressure,
Two: an expert is a person who knows more and more about less and less, until they know everything about nothing.
You do you. Facebook is how I stay connected with friends and family, far-flung.
That was long ago, and I believe they went out of business. I went to college at David Lipscomb in the mid 1970s, and I remember eating there once or twice after the renovation in the 1980s, but never again.
Another place I miss there, now gone too, was the 101st Airborne restaurant.
I know just what you mean. In Nashville, back in the 1970s and 80s, there was a sandwich shop that was run out of an old caboose. As I recall, there wasn’t any serious seating (two small tables that I never saw used) but they had many choices of bread, meats, veggie toppings, condiments, etc. It was always a long line to get in and get your food and get out. Loved it.
Then the owners decided to expand, so they added a nice large dining area that was mostly glass, with plants in hanging pots. Still had great food, but the ambiance was destroyed.