the year...2002

Cities resemble war-zones. You have decided you will only go into a city for dire emergencies (i.e.,you ran out of meds and want to find a pharmacy to loot). Nearly all who were caught unprepared 2 years ago have starved to death, and those who were moderately prepared are now scavaging foor food. Even the well prepared are beginning to run out of dehydrated food, toilet paper, and other essentials, and everynight is filled with the terror of not knowing whether someone is lurking in the dark, watching and waiting to make their move. Life is a nightmare...

Anyone who has studied y2k at great length knows that the above is a realistic possibility, however unpleaseant it may seem.

Now, picture youself in the above situation...you have a dream

In this dream there are streetlights and cars honking, You turn on your radio and put in your favorite CD. You drive until you reach your destination...one of your favorite restaurants.

You enter the restaurant and people are talking...laughing. You take a seat and place your order. In this dream, you order your favorite food, but before it arrives...you wake in terror

grim reality sets in once again...

Imagine in this scenario what you would give to be able to live your dream...if only you could go to a real restaurant, or the movies...or just go outside and know that all is fine.

Well, I'm here to tell you that you CAN live that dream...RIGHT NOW. Next time you are outside, take a deep breath, look around. Appreciate how wonderful it is that all is well in the world. Go to your favorite restaurant, and savor every bite...

There are 3 weeks left.

-- Orson Wells (wells@whitebulb.com), December 08, 1999

Answers

Hmmm...I see your scenario as chilling, yet possible. Thanks for the chill. :(

-- haha (haha@haha.com), December 08, 1999.

Not bad acvice anytime.

Really good advice right now.

-- Greybear (greybear@home.com), December 08, 1999.

Cd player in car? Fancy credit card restaurants? Whose world do you live in? Not mine honey. 3 kids and canned soup at my house.

-- Frugal (bluecollar@2ndshift.com), December 08, 1999.

I never had a cd player in my old clunker...do they make cd players that small? No way dude!

Some folks lifestyles are gonna change much more than mine I guess. And since when do people sit down in restaurants to order? I always just drive up to the speaker.

-- Hokie (nn@va.com), December 08, 1999.

Fine, then in your dream, you drive up to McDonald's! Let me venture to say that you slightly missed the point my friend.

-- Orson Wells (wells@whitebulb.com), December 08, 1999.

Life is not a dress rehersal, live everyday as if it were your last?

I think I would go Hedonistic If I followed the "live everyday as if it were your last", but I can definitely revel in the beauty and wonder of the Day!!!!

;-)

-- (karlacalif@aol.com), December 08, 1999.

Food for thought from the other side of the tracks: So there I was in my post-y2k new world disorder 2 years plus waiting on the bus. And wonder of wonders, there is a 24 hour pharmacy! With a fully working digital currency deducter. And here come Orson Whiteboy speeding by in his fully loaded SUV from the burbs. Jamming to some Sister Christian crap circa the Ronnie Raygun 80's. Nearly ran my ass down. He's foaming at the mouth, lookin kinda wild in them eyes. Probably from that deadly nile virus malaria bio terrorism attack and in a desperate fix for some quinine. Ha, the brothers got us some natural anti-bodies to this one. Yo, whitebulbous headcheese! With what petrol will you be driving this sleek yuppie vehicle out looting? Go back to the mall and your grande size dog vomit nacho appetizers. It's not the affluent, WASP vs. trashed ghetto homeboy. It's the Imperial banksters vs. the rest of U.S. Do us all a favor and stay home with yo mama. P.S. Teach says you get a C- for creativity. All is NOT well with the world, didn't you see the riots?

-- Sally Hemmings (286 yrs in USA@slavery.com), December 08, 1999.

Good comeback Sally... shades of Jack Kerouac. Teach says you get a A for Artistic.

-- Hawk (flyin@high.again), December 08, 1999.