by Philip Caputo | Jun 12, 2020 | Essays, Journal of a Plague Year
I ran into a friend, Robin Baxter, yesterday morning as he was walking his dog and I was getting set to walk mine. He asked when Leslie and I were leaving Arizona for Connecticut, and I told him Tuesday, adding that it looked like we were getting out just in time. The...
by Philip Caputo | Jun 9, 2020 | Journal of a Plague Year, News
You can feel removed from the tumult convulsing the country in this small Arizona town, nestled in a valley between the Santa Rita and Patagonia mountains, about 60 miles southeast of Tucson and 18 miles north of the Mexican border. No hordes of protestors surging...
by Philip Caputo | Jun 4, 2020 | Essays, Journal of a Plague Year
Today, June 4, 2020, is my and Leslie’s 32d anniversary, and we spent part of it, unromantically, at a demonstration protesting the murder of George Floyd by a white police officer in Minneapolis. Considering that Patagonia, Arizona, has 913 residents and that...
by Philip Caputo | Jun 1, 2020 | Journal of a Plague Year, News
THE GLORY The Falcon 9 rocket rose with agonizing slowness from its launchpad at Cape Canaveral, then rapidly gained speed — cleaving the air like a giant spear trailing a pillar of flame. Within minutes, with two astronauts on board, it hurtled through the last...
by Philip Caputo | May 19, 2020 | Journal of a Plague Year, News
May 18 — This weekend, we attended – if that’s the right word — a virtual memorial service for our friend Karen Wessel Marcus, who died of Covid19 two weeks ago. It was streamed live from St. James Episcopal in Scarsdale, N.Y., Karen’s...
by Philip Caputo | May 13, 2020 | Essays, Journal of a Plague Year
May 13, 2020 We have been more or less sheltering in place at our winter home in Patagonia, Arizona, for the past two and a half months. I use the qualifying term “more or less” because in this sparsely populated region there is ample room to go hiking,...
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