A clipping from the Harrisburg Evening News, probably in 1962, shows more enthusiasm for vaccines than we have today:
It emerged from a fat folder of space exploration articles / maps / booklets / clippings with dates from 1959 through 1962, when I would have been around nine years old. Most likely somebody older collected everything and gave the box to me a few years later. The other side had a hagiographic article about John Glenn, explaining why this side is minus a few paragraphs.
From everything I read about Long Covid, I don’t want to give Short Covid even a little bite at my apple. In particular, fast-forwarding through a decade of neural degeneration isn’t going to put me closer to my Happy Place.
The bonus “Volunteer Fireman Convicted of Arson” article could come from any decade.
The Smell of Molten Projects in the Morning 
Without social media and casual kool-aid drinking the world might have been a better place. What the internet giveth, social media ruineth(s)
Perhaps we are witnessing the death of social media, which seems like an unmitigated Good Thing™.
Maybe things will improve before a mutation kicks the IFR into double digits …