My mother and I, we speak every day. When it started off, my mother was very apprehensive about having me come out to the house, so I could only come out to her back porch and knock on her door and we’d stand out in the back yard and talk. And when it was time to go, instead of giving her a hug I’d give her an elbow bump, and she looks at me like I’m from Mars. “What do you mean, elbow bump?” “Well, you know, it’s what people are doing, they’re touching elbows.” And she just shook her head in disbelief, and now I’ve got her trained so at least we bump elbows and we say our goodbyes. But when it started, that’s what the COVID reaction was like. Now, time has passed and she knows I take precautions, so we actually get together every once in a while and we talk and we sit in the same room and we have dinner. And so things are better. We don’t go out for dinner like we used to, but I’m perfectly happy. One of our favorites is to go to Bridgeman’s up by the mall for the walleye special, which they serve a couple of times a week. So instead now I go to Bridgeman’s and grab the walleye special, and I bring it out to her house and we have dinner.
— Timothy Broman
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