PEOPLE ARE MISSING--Add Dax Tejera

“Whiskey has killed more men than bullets, but most men would rather be full of whiskey than bullets.”—Logan Smith

Sometime in the summer of 2021 a very strange feeling overcame me, PEOPLE ARE MISSING. I then made a right hand turn onto Factoria Blvd around 8:45am and I was able to look all the way down the boulevard and there were only a few cars. In years past it would have looked like a parking lot. An argument ensued with myself. One side of me was arguing that people are working from home now so there are less cars on the road which makes it great if you’re a bus driver. It means you won’t miss any breaks. You won’t be late for your road relief either so you’ll get home to your beer faster.

The response back was, PEOPLE ARE MISSING. The real frustrating part of this argument with myself was the gut, intuition, people are missing side wouldn’t put up any supporting information just, PEOPLE ARE MISSING. Not even a response back to my claim that people are working from home now. A weak argument with myself. I wanted more from universe.

The strange thing about this odd feeling was it wasn’t daily. I could go a week and then all of a sudden I’m overwhelmed with this feeling again, PEOPLE ARE MISSING.

On Christmas day I’m sitting in a living room with family members. I have a whiskey in my right hand. Everyone is engaged in conversation. Everyone is vaccinated except me and my wife. A request is made for me to scoot over and sit next to my wife so a photo can be taken of us together. I joked that this is as close as I get to her. Maybe when we were dating, I’d sit closer but not now. I move over for the photo and quickly move away, a few laugh. I go back into silence and listen.

My thoughts were on the hosts guitar. I once had a guitar and knew a few chords, G, A, D7, C, E, enough to play most rock songs, but I can’t play any.  A few years ago a carpentry accident greatly damaged two digits. I’ve always wondered if I’d ever be able to strum those five chords again. I left everyone and went into the other room, would anyone know I was missing? I was alone with the guitar. It was a struggle but I came away excited. It’s doable. I’m sure I can train my fingers. I returned to the family with my whiskey.

The conversation turned to missing people. I snapped to attention. The group shared experiences at various department stores that were short staffed. One family member said they were in a large sporting goods store, Dicks, and couldn’t find anyone to assist them. The assistance needed was to use the in store bathroom—unlock the door. He finally found a person who worked there and was told by the employee that he’s not allowed to open the bathroom door only a manager can and no manager has reported to work yet. I told him he should have just went over to the outdoor section and relieved himself.

Everybody seemed to have their own missing person story. Their conclusion, “It’s weird.” Many of them know my position. I didn’t connect any dots for them. The deaths will eventually do that.

Just a few hours before we all gathered together this was published.

Thirty-seven is quite young, isn’t it? I guess you should, ‘Hug your loved ones,’—if you’re 37 and vaccinated, assuming Dax was vaccinated. Is vaccination a requirement to work at ABC?

They cheer it. Are they still cheering it now after Dax’s death? December 26th is Boxing Day. Here’s another one going in a box. Source.

Cause of death isn’t mentioned, nor is there any mention of a doctors name. Typical. Will the family have an autopsy and will ABC accurately report what the cause of death is? It could save lives, but in their thinking it might lead to vaccine hesitancy—better remain silent.