I'm down here in St. Petersburg now at my condo, drinking my six a.m. coffee. Sitting here on my deck, looking out into the darkness waiting and wondering about the new race year.
It is certainly kinda scary thinking about traipsing around three + days next to so many people. There certainly is that excitement of the race and the undertow of being sick and dieing.
All hand sanitizer and alcohol is gone from every shelf in town. Whisked away like a kidnapped child.
I could always wait and drive back south at a later date. I come down several times a year anyway. I'm old enough to be retired AND at my age, be a prime candidate for getting the virus.
I worry about the drivers, too- handling everything during the autograph session.
Thursday night they're supposed to have the cars and the drivers downtown at one of the local parks. I'll probably go.
I'm worried for my son, too. He lives and works down here- at the 7/11 across the street, where hundreds of people go through every day.
I guess that is why I just said my prayer. And I'll continue to sit here hoping.
Looking at my empty coffee cup. I guess I'm ready for another one so that I can come back and stare out into the darkness and hope.
Jimmy.
