As you grumble quarantined in carpeted homes equipped with flat screens and computers, and wait in lines outside markets to learn there’s no more toilet paper or hand sanitizer, remember a far deadlier pandemic.
Good morning Spanish influenza says entering healthy young adult hearts pumping lungs fatally full of fluid by that evening or next. Eighty million perish worldwide most in frenetic ninety days, twenty million in October 1918 India, about seven hundred thousand in U.S. In oilfields outside Bakersfield filthy makeshift hospitals hold tough young immigrants prior to death. City schools close three months while in nearby Taft undertaker struggles to bury legion and dig extra graves.