It was a perfect spring evening in southern California, and I was taking my neighborhood walk when the smell of carne al pastor floated by. I stopped and turned to see my local taco truck. Why not buy a couple?
Then I pondered the possibilities. Would I have to walk home with my plate? The vendor only took cash, so both of us would have to touch something handled by countless people. And what if the vendor or I was sick? Would we even know if we were asymptomatic?
Reluctantly, I decided not to buy tacos. But wanting to support my local economy, I searched for, found, and donated to this fund for LA-based street vendors. Even if I couldn’t buy tacos, I could support the people selling them.
This was the evening I realized we are in a new economic existence.