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A year of quarantine with your spouse is something we didn't anticipate when we said our vows. I promised to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, but by "sickness," I was thinking of a bad cold, maybe a sprained ankle, not a year of incarceration.
But by G od, quarantine is an excellent test of a marriage, and either you go to a hotel and call your lawyer or you discover that you married the exact right person, which, as I contemplate it day after day, seems to me to be the greatest good luck, right up there with being an all-star third baseman or winning the Nobel Peace Prize.
I had twenty aunts and uncles, all of them married, and I witnessed no yelling, no door-slamming, no sobbing in locked rooms, so I figured the odds were in my favor. But I walked into a couple of troubled marriages before luck struck, and now I think that quarantine should be a prerequisite for marriage.
Six months locked in a one-bedroom apartment before the license can be issued. You will quickly find out whether you have anything to say to each other or not. You'll find out about housekeeping habits, personal hygiene, sense of humor (if any), dietary preferences. I am a liberal and know what is good for people and premarital quarantine is right at the top of the list.
She loves foreign TV shows with subtitles and long brisk walks and Zoom chats with friends. I love to sit and write notes with a pen on paper and put them in envelopes with a U.S. postage stamp. She walks by me and puts a hand on my shoulder and I touch her hand and every night, sometimes more often, we say, "I love you."
If we wished, we could dive headfirst into the internet and find a turgid churn of people who see the vaccines as a "deep state" conspiracy to inject woke thought-control chemicals, or born-again anti-vaxxers who accept COVID as the doorway to heaven; I worry about those people.
What with resistance to immunization, I worry we suddenly we'd find ourselves in a nation of public-radio listeners, old folkies, organic sustainable people who are spiritual but not religious, and all the cranky uncles and crackpot cousins will disappear, and Terry Gross will be elected president. She does a show, "Fresh Air," on which she interviews only people she admires because they agree with her. This is the problem with public radio. They can't bear dissent.
I am an old liberal Democrat but I grew up among Republicans. My uncles were (their wives were undercover liberals), many of my teachers, my first employers. I do not want to live in a woke America with no street-corner preachers, no angry callers to call-in shows, no malefactors of great wealth who in their twilight years seek to redeem themselves through philanthropy to ballet companies and orchestras, no crazed individualists.
I don't want to live in an entire nation of Vermonters. We need Texas and Mississippi too. Even Oklahoma.
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Garrison Keillor is an author and radio personality. His latest book is "The Lake Wobegon Virus: A Novel". Buy it at a 33% discount! by clicking here. Sales help fund JWR.