This is a story about the best of intentions. Tell me, do you ever still feel isolated,

alone, lost, like the world is a heavy summer blossom falling open all around you, but here

you are still locked up inside the quarantine of your own mind.

Enough to make a person tip just slightly over the brink.

How close are you to your own dark side?

Have you asked yourself,

What kind of time bomb is ticking inside the confines of my own soft flesh?

Maybe it doesn't matter. Maybe nothing does.

So why not enjoy a little frivolous entertainment?

This is the third thrilling installment in a series of four world premiere audio dramas entitled

1918, 2020.

Each episode takes you between two worlds vastly different, yet sickeningly, so similar. We's me, CWC. Woolsey. You're calm in the storm. You're canary in the coal mine. Your voice of reason ready to vaccinate the virus of pandemic panic.

I am proud to pen this weekly editorial as presented by the New York Gazette Post Tribune Globe,

America's finest and most historically accurate periodical paper.

I call this column the pandemic log or plog.

Well, then I, CWC. Walsy, will deliver you tips, tricks, and sound advice to thrive in these trying times.

Now that the Spanish flu, or as I like to call it, the forbidden dance of the flumenco, has forced us all to stay at home.

Have you found yourself saddled with your offspring and forced to take up the mantle of educator? Allow me to be of service. Many of you may be stuck at home with children,

and of course by children, I mean anyone under the working age of eight years old. So if your

progeny hasn't gone off to work at a factory or in a mine, you'll want to make sure they are getting a good, proper American education.

Here's what I do.

I wake them up at 4.30 a.m.

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