Ten years from today you'll stumble across a dusty old coat and put it on, happy to have it. Then you'll find a mask in the left pocket and think, "man, that was a screwed up couple of years," and have a chuckle, with covid being a distant nostalgic memory. Then you'll pick up your machete and continue across the wasteland, grimly keeping to the shadows to avoid the roving gangs of robbers and cannibalistic raiders.Last day of 2020, we hope. Watch out for trip wires, gang...