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“Endemic.” Sounded scary. Still does. But it may be the only path out.

Could we have finally, and quite unintentionally, stumbled toward the pandemic exit?

Here’s the hope. Yes, Omicron is everywhere. We are told that everyone has been or will be exposed to it, and that a large majority of Americans have been or will be infected.

That would appear to suck.

But clinical evidence is mounting that Omicron, while much more transmissible than Delta, is less pathogenic. Cases are milder, leading to a smaller percentage of hospitalizations and deaths. That’s a good thing, although we must always remember that a smaller (or even small) percentage of a big number is still a big number. And these “numbers” represent human beings.

So, here’s the hope. Universal exposure and rampant infections in the weeks or months to come (among both the vaccinated and the unvaxxed) combined with the millions of Americans who survived earlier bouts with COVID, combined with a continuing vaccination campaign, combined with other mitigation measures like masks, might FINALLY produce a level of at least partial herd immunity that could finally lead to a return to something resembling “normal.”

Yes, the above paragraph is complex, hypothetical, winding, jumbled and founded in part in wishful thinking. That was on purpose.

But we’re saying there’s a chance, right?

And I’ll take it.

We have to hit a bunch of lottery numbers. But it appears we may at least have a ticket.

However. To extend my admittedly lame gambling metaphor, here’s where we could crap out. Remember that Friday morning not very long ago when we all woke up and heard the word “Omicron” for the very first time?

The rosy, glass-half-full scenario that could save us from ourselves assumes that yet another, and more deadly, variant will not emerge. The last two years have taught us that assumption would be a very bad bet.  


Endemic. COVID is here to stay. Our crazy, drunk uncle ain’t leaving. But maybe we can lock him up in the tool shed and shove his meals under the door.

A boy can dream, can’t he?

I’ll leave you for now with this thought. How ironic (yes, here’s an example of “ironic” being used correctly) would it be if the thing that finally got us out of this soup turned out to be dumb luck?

Because we have proved beyond a doubt that we lack the discipline and knowledge to think our way out of this plague.

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I clearly have the attention span of your median fruit fly.Look! Airplane!

Sorry. I’m back.

It’s both a curse and a blessing. I’ve never bought this stuff about, “He who dies with the most toys wins.” But I do think that a wide range of life experiences helps us grow as people, and helps us better relate to other people. I’ve been fortunate. And I am beyond grateful.

I show up on time. I go like hell. I’m a good listener. I hold myself accountable. I own my mistakes. And I have a natural and an insatiable curiosity. I’m never afraid to say, “I don’t know,” when I don’t. But then I try to find out.

The flip side is I’m a lousy ballroom dancer and my clothes sometimes fit me funny.

Stuff matters to me. I care. But while I take that stuff seriously, I try hard to never take myself seriously. As a result, I have sometimes been told, “Paul, it’s hard to tell when you’re serious and when you’re just having some fun. Which is it? Serious or fun?”

My answer is “yes.” But I think that is a legitimate criticism. I promise I’m going to work on that.

This has been the quickest and strangest half-century I’ve ever experienced. During that period, I’ve been afforded amazing opportunities in news and sports journalism across all platforms. I have taught wonderful students at the high school and collegiate level. Always, I learned more from them than they did from me. I’ve been a high school administrator. I spent ten seasons as a high school varsity football coach. I’ve been an advertising executive. I’ve hosted nationally syndicated television entertainment shows. In maybe the biggest honor I ever received, I was selected by NASA to be “Chet The Astronaut” for the “Land The Shuttle” simulator at Space Center Houston. (All I can say there, is “Do as I say, not as I do.” I put that thing in the Everglades more often than not.) Most recently, I just wrapped up a decade as a television news director, during which time our teams distinguished themselves in holding the powerful accountable, achieving both critical and ratings success.

What does all that mean? It means I am profoundly grateful. It also means I’m ready for “next.” So here we are. Radically Rational. It’s an idea I woke up with in 2017. I scribbled “Radically Rational” on a piece of notebook paper and used a magnet to stick it on our refrigerator. I saw it every day, and it just would not leave me alone.

I am second in charge at Radically Rational, LLC. My wife, Jo (also known as BB), is the president. Clearly, I have failed in my attempt to sleep my way to the top of this organization.

I hope you will learn that I’m loyal as a Labrador. But I will admit that this doggie can bite every now and then. My promise to you? I will show up on time. I will go like hell. I will listen to you earnestly and attentively. I will hold myself accountable. I will never be the least bit hesitant to say, “I don’t know,” when I don’t.

But then I’ll try to find out. Let’s do it.