I think we all expected a world-destroying virus to be far more cinematic, with explosions and zombies and leather-clad bikers roaming a barren wasteland. Instead, the Coronavirus pandemic has just made life in Oklahoma City into a mostly grating, somewhat dystopic novel filled with closed businesses and constant bureaucracy.
While most restaurants, bars, and clubs were shut down by the city for the next month or so the night before—except for the good ol’ boys down at McFinn’s—most of us woke up this morning to a veritable ghost town, filled with emptier-than-usual streets as an atmospheric grey hue clung to the horizon.