Except that the risks of going to see Jerry Garcia’s band were far less. OK, you might get busted for grass (or run out), your tickets might be bogus, you might get sunburn (if the concert was held outside during daylight), you MIGHT get Mono (if you encountered the right fellow-deadhead), but you didn’t risk catching an airborne virus that could kill ya.

Old-style Kremlinology may be the only resource we’ll have for determine Orange Julius’ real state of health. If. Father Pence is seen entering the WH with a tape measure, we might be able to guess that change might be afoot.