The MAHA Gamble of a Declining Restaurant Chain…

Steak ‘n Shake has been a restaurant that I have frequently visited many times in my adult life. The restaurant chain, which came into existence in 1934 in Normal, Illinois, eventually expanded throughout large portions of the Midwest, and even into the Deep South… where my first experience with the chain occurred as a kid in the early 1980s just outside of Atlanta. The chain mostly disappeared from sight for a while in Atlanta, so it wasn’t until college that I came across the chain again… This time in northern Indiana. My first real adult memory of Steak ‘n Shake occurred as I was visiting my sister Sheri at her home, just east of Mishawaka, Indiana. I remembered getting a steak burger with fries and vegetable beef soup. It was like comfort food to me.

Over the years when I would visit my parents down in Georgia, I would occasionally visit the Steak ‘n Shake that had opened in my hometown around the turn of the century. My favorite sandwich was the triple steak burger. There would also be multiple Steak ‘n Shakes in route from Baltimore to Atlanta and back. As a result, there were several opportunities to enjoy the restaurant… Even though there were not any Steak ‘n Shakes within about 350 miles of Baltimore at the time.

As I got married and had a family of my own, we would occasionally drive to Georgia and I would introduce them to the restaurant. By all accounts, they loved the place. Soon work trips to North Carolina would give me additional chances to go visit Steak ‘n Shake. I also learned that the restaurant was getting closer to Baltimore as they opened up a place between Richmond and Washington DC. Then I heard the news that I was waiting for: Steak ‘n Shake was finally coming to Maryland and coming to a place near where I lived.

When Steak ‘n Shake finally opened in Maryland in 2015, the drive-thru was swamped with customers like myself who wanted to reexperience what a steak burger was like. In time the crowds died down, and that gave us an opportunity to finally eat in the restaurant. I was so happy that they were there.

But behind the growth and expansion of Steak ‘n Shake, they lurked dark problems. For one thing, their financial situation had been bad for many years. Despite growth in profits from 2008 to 2016, the restaurant had failed to keep up with the changing demands of the public. Starting in 2016, those changing demands finally hit home. Competition from places like Chipotle and Culver’s started eating away at Steak ‘n Shake’s demand. Steak ‘n Shake would make a fateful decision in 2018 making all of their restaurants franchise owned. Around that time, the owner of Maryland’s only Steak ‘n Shake ran into serious financial problems, and the restaurant was closed for about a year. Then came the pandemic… Which really hurt Steak ‘n Shake. It appeared that the restaurant would be a major casualty of the pandemic. Then Steak ‘n Shake made a number of additional fateful decisions. In 2021, they decided to go away from the fast casual restaurant model… And become a fast food restaurant. Also, Steak ‘n Shake got rid of the cashiers for dining in and went to all touchscreen kiosks for customers to place their orders. Steak ‘n Shake would also simplify their menu and got rid of several things that made the place unique. The results would further damage the restaurant chain.

I had noticed for many years going into Steak ‘n Shake that very few of them were crowded. I wondered if the restaurant could stay in business if they weren’t drawing more people to it. The answer to that thought came in the immediate aftermath of the pandemic. Steak ‘n Shake franchisees began shutting down across the east coast of the United States. States like New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Delaware… and yes, even my current state of Maryland, closed up all Steak ‘n Shakes. In fact, the first Steak ‘n Shake I would run into while driving to Atlanta would be in the Charlotte Metro area… Over 450 miles away from Baltimore.

Today, Steak ‘n Shake is now only available in 22 states. And while there are still numerous locations across states like Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Georgia, and Florida, the restaurant has declined. New burger restaurants have begun to expand. Culver’s has been a continuing thorn in the side of Steak ‘n Shake. But it is another chain of steak burger restaurants called Freddy’s, that has really been a thorn in Steak ‘n Shake’s side. Freddy’s is in a lot more locations and is now going into Steak ‘n Shake’s turf.

It is clear that Steak ‘n Shake needs to do something to shake up interest in their restaurants. What they have decided to do is take a huge gamble based on the politics of the day.

With the return of Donald Trump to the White House, Robert F Kennedy Jr… a man who does not believe in the conventional ways of keeping people healthy… has become the health and human services secretary. Among the things that RFK2 opposes is using seed oil for fast food fryers. He has claimed that beef tallow is actually healthier. He has no proof of this, but that hasn’t stopped him from projecting this theory onto the American landscape. And Steak ‘n Shake has noticed. On March 1, Steak ‘n Shake became the first American chain in several years to reintroduce beef tallow grease for fryer usage across all their restaurants. In addition, Steak ‘n Shake just announced that they were switching to pure butter instead of a buttery blend for their sandwiches (which included seed oils) and intend to have that at all their restaurants by April 2. In a recent interview on Fox, RFK2 went to a Steak ‘n Shake to promote the restaurants efforts with beef tallow in what amounted to an infomercial for the chain. As a result, many allies of President Donald Trump have gone on social media to sing the praises of Steak ‘n Shake’s change. 

What does this mean for the future of Steak ‘n Shake? It could possibly mean a short-term boost in sales as allies of the president could convince his voting base in the 22 states that do have Steak ‘n Shake restaurants to go and visit. However, the long-term effects are likely unstable at best. If customers do not think the latest change makes their fries or onion rings, or chicken tenders taste better, it could be the last gasps of a dying restaurant chain that will eventually join the likes of Sambo‘s, Howard Johnson’s, Burger Chef, and many other chains. Only time will tell if Steak ‘n Shake’s latest gamble will work.

The next time that my family will have an opportunity to visit a Steak ‘n Shake will be in late June, when my family will go on a road trip to SW Ohio. Will we seek out the chance to visit Steak ‘n Shake with all these changes? We shall see.

A "Homecoming" Back to my Roots

On my South Gwinnett High School Letter Jacket, the left side contains Nine Medals. What the medals represented in my school during my time there was that you were the best student in a particular subject. For example, anyone who truly knows me knows that Math was my favorite subject... and three of the Medals were for being the top student in Algebra II (Sophomore Year), Trigonometry (Junior Year), an AP Calculus AB (Senior Year).

Social Studies was considered a great equalizer at my school.  As a Freshman, you were required to take a semester of Civics (World Geography was the other class you took for a semester, but it was not considered Social Studies). As a Sophomore, you took World History for a full year and Economics for a Semester. As a Junior, you took US History for a full year. There was a Senior year course as well, but it was considered an elective. There were also AP Courses for World and US History. So, only a handful of members of the Class of 1992 would have been awarded Medals in Social Studies... you could probably count the number of Social Studies medal winners in my class on two hands, maybe even one. I won two medals... one for top AP World History student, and one for top US History student. I only know of one other member in my class to win two Social Studies medals... unironically, it was our Class Salutatorian, Kim (Julian) Bowden (she was the top World History Student and Top AP US History student).

History to me is so important. For one to understand how we got to the present, it is important to understand the road(s) we came from.  Our roots (whether National or personal) are a part of who we truly are. Since the pandemic began in 2020, I have yearned to return back to my roots... to return to the places I have lived. I seem to gain a sense of new energy when I tap into my roots and REMEMBER who I was in those places. 

Before I moved to Maryland in 1996, I lived in three places... Decatur, Georgia; Snellville, Georgia; and Valparaiso, Indiana where I attended College. The easiest place to return to was Snellville.  My parents (until their passings in 2022 and 2023) lived in the same house since we had moved to that "little town where life is a thrill" back in 1979. So, I could walk into my old room, walk around the street, and remember who I was as a kid.  My parents hated the idea of me driving back to my original home in Decatur... it was too dangerous, they said.  But in 2021, I drove back to the original house with my family and showed them where I lived as a small child. A flood of memories came back to me as I showed them the house.  The house has changed over the years; for example, the screened-in back porch is now gone (given what I know about house infrastructure these days... good riddance to that back porch).

Remembering the past also forced me to do something else. I felt in some cases that I needed to address some things I did wrong. I made mistakes and misjudgments in my younger years, and on one such trip, I went to visit a friend who I felt I had treated unfairly in High School. It turned out to be a most necessary trip as that friend gave me some pretty sound advice. While the advice focused on the women from my past helping me prepare for Liz's arrival into my life in 2004, it was a microcosm to a much larger point: every place I had lived in and every friend I had known helped shape me into the person I am right now.

For a while, I had not been given much of an opportunity to revisit my college home or see my Best Friend in Chicago. But with my Best Friend turning 50, I had an excuse. So I pinged his wife about planning a surprise visit. I was informed that he wanted to play his 50th birthday as low key (bummer); however, his son was getting awarded status as being an Eagle Scout and I was invited. Yep, I was heading back to Chicago.

With Valparaiso University being such a short (yet, painfully slow) drive from Chicago, I realized that I had to return "home" and visit. Valparaiso University wasn't just my College Home... my Dad and one of my sisters also attended the Alma Mater.  Visiting Valpo also meant giving a donation in memory of my father.

So I went to Valpo immediately after arriving in Chicago on Friday afternoon. While it was tempting to just walk immediately to Kretzmann Hall and drop off the donation where I thought I was supposed to go, I was aware that things probably no longer worked that way. So, I stopped off at the new Visitors Center and asked for help.  After a short wait that felt like forever, the donation was delivered into the right hands.

Walking around a nearly empty campus that was still over a week away from Student Arrivals/Returns was an incredible feeling. I could go walk into any building I wanted to. I was unimpeded for the most part, and that freedom left me with a feeling like I was a kid in a Candy Store with unlimited money to spend. Knowing the responsibility I had to "clean up after myself", I only went into certain buildings.  I avoided the Dorm Rooms I lived in: Wehrenberg, Brandt, and Alumni.  I did briefly visit with the Dean of the College of Engineering (he was a classmate of my brother-in-law). 

After the initial walk around the East Side of Campus, I came to its heart... the Chapel of the Resurrection. I quickly realized I was all alone (there was staff in the adjacent Helge Center, but the Chapel itself was empty). The Church was in shape as it was readied for a new School Year. Here was my chance to see the Chapel in its perfect form... and I took advantage, snapping pictures that you could put in a brochure. Then I started up to the Altar to pray.  But I stopped after taking just a couple of steps up. I realized I did not need to go right up to the Altar. So I turned around and sat in one of the rows of chairs and, for a little while, absorbed the surroundings before I said a prayer for my family. It felt right.

After my Chapel visit, I moved onto the new Student Union, known as Harre Hall. Dr. Al Harre was President of Valparaiso University during my time at the school. He began the modern transformation of the university to a more pedestrian-friendly campus. Using the chapel as the centerpiece, new facilities such as the center for arts, a new library, and a new student union were built during his tenure. The new Student Union is different from its predecessor.  Certain things are gone, but the ability to eat, stretch out, relax, and even study in its confines is something I appreciate in my current age. The Bookstore & Gift Shop is a huge upgrade and I had to buy some merchandise for the family.

After spending time in Harre Hall, a quick stop at the University library and Mueller Hall followed. In Mueller Hall, I found something that I was looking for... the bust of OP Kretzmann. Of course, I had to rub his nose for good luck. Finally, I went to the western part of campus… To places that once were there in my time, but now are gone. I also swung by my fraternity house… But unfortunately, no one was home. Still, it was good to take in the entire University experience once again after a 17 year absence.

My time with my university roots was not completely done, however. I then headed to the Western suburbs of Chicago to spend the weekend with my college roommate of two years and best friend. Though it felt like I was going from one place to another throughout the weekend, I never felt rushed. It was good to play golf with my friend again, to hear his wife preach on Sunday morning, and to witness his son being awarded the title of Eagle Scout. Even though my best friend and I don’t always see eye to eye on things, we will always be brothers.

As I left Chicago to fly back to Baltimore, I felt a new sense of energy flowing through me. Reconnecting with my college roots was the best thing that could happen. 

Some people say that they would like to forget about the past, and others say that the past is not as important as the future. And sometimes we forget that, in glamorizing our roots, the places of our childhood and college years held many dark secrets. Decatur was in a state of flux when I was born, so I never knew its dark secrets. But I know the dark secrets of Snellville and Valparaiso. That said, I will always love those places, and I am glad to see they are in better mental states than what they once were.

While there is truth in the fact that “You can’t go home again”, the past is often times the road leading to your future. I know for some people that the past is a reminder of moments of pain & failure. But in my past failures, I see lessons to learn in order to help me become a better person. I choose to face my past and accept it. It has help mold me into the person that I am… Both my good moments and bad moments. 

Reconnecting with my roots helps remind me of the friends who have helped me along the way. This trip helped renew my spirit, and going forward. I will need all the energy I can muster to face the days ahead.

Rogue Corner (Taylor’s Version)

Less than a year ago, I was watching social media posts from my friends in Georgia and Florida on how they and/or their daughters were attending the Taylor Swift concerts taking place in February, and in March. I laughed at the TikTok videos, showing Swifties storming Marta trains after one of her concerts. I also laughed at dads being grateful for not having family members in the middle of those concerts.

As I was reading the posts about the concerts, I couldn’t help but think that I had seen this before. Sure enough, 3 1/2 decades earlier I recalled similar scenes when I was in eighth grade when there was a boy band by the name of New Kids on the Block. Many of my female classmates swooned over the members of that group and bragged about how they attended the concerts at the Omni in Atlanta or at Georgia Tech. And yes, they all bought the band T-shirts. For the record, I hated New Kids… Yes, I was jealous of that band.

What I didn’t realize then was that they had something in common with the Swifties of today. Now, for the record, I don’t consider myself a Swiftie. However, I can truly appreciate what a special talent and what a special person Taylor Swift is. But, what New Kids and Taylor have in common isn’t just restricted to those two entities. In fact, you could say they have something in common with a lot of successful musicians who have had a lot of female fans… Frank Sinatra, Elvis, The Beatles, The Jacksons, Prince, Madonna, New Kids, Backstreet Boys, *NSYNC, Britney Spears, Miley Cyrus, Justin Bieber, Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, Beyoncé, and Taylor Swift… At one time or another, all these musicians have brought joy to the hearts of young women of their day in their unique musical storytelling ways. The difference is what these musicians are telling their female audience in their storytelling. While “the boys” are trying to win the hearts of their fans through beautiful ballads, “the girls” speak to their audience about their experiences, struggles, loves, heartbreaks, etc. From my perspective, Taylor appears to be the most complete musical storyteller out there talking about the overall experiences of young ladies… & she can tell these stories in ways that use elements of showmanship of those who have come before her. One minute, she can mimic Madonna or Katy Perry, the next you see her playing like Billy Joel or Elton John on the piano, the next, she is like the Beatles on her guitar, and so on.

To be fair, Taylor has been honing her craft for two decades. She began her music career in Nashville performing country music. She would make the jump from country to pop music very early in her career. She has been a successful artist, both financially and critically. Her albums and concerts have made her a billionaire and she is one of 4 artists to have won 3 Album of the Year Grammys. (She could actually break that tie this weekend as her latest album, Midnights, is up for Album of the Year honors at the Grammys.) It is safe to say that Taylor is the most popular musician in the World at this moment. It is a major reason why Time magazine named her Person of the Year in 2023.

On top of that, Taylor is dating one of the top tight ends in the National Football League. Now Taylor’s romantic life has been the basis for a number of her songs. But this relationship appears to be different. Both Taylor and her boyfriend, Travis Kelce, have been very supportive of each other. He has gone to her concert in Brazil, and she has watched many of Travis’s games this season… including the playoffs.

So with everything seemingly going Taylor’s way and her ability to spread joy to the hearts of young women, you would think that people would be happy for her… but that is not totally the case. Like my jealousy of New Kids over 35 years ago, many are jealous of Taylor. Much of that jealousy is from men who perceive Taylor as a threat. She has power… power to use her legion of fans in ways that could be detrimental to their beliefs. As a result, many commentators (predominantly right-wing commentators) have criticized Taylor for being spotlighted at NFL games… the irony being that these people critical of Taylor are the same people supposed to be boycotting the NFL over players kneeling during the anthem, and other “transgressions”. It’s kind of sad to see these commentators pander to a crowd that hates & can never find joy.

We have just gone through a very traumatic time in the history of the world… and many people are yearning for joy again. Through her music, Taylor has brought that joy to a large segment of people like several of her musical contemporaries who came before her. She is a positive role model for a lot of young girls and women. There are a lot of Taylor-haters out there in the world, but I don’t count myself as one of them. I’ve learned my lessons from the past. No longer am I jealous of those who bring joy… In fact, I seek joy whenever I can. Seek the joy. Be the joy. Joy is an emotion that helps heal, and we could all use some healing right now. And Taylor is a healer. Picking a fight with Taylor? Well, you’re just asking for trouble. Take it from someone who knows.

Old Family Recipes & Holiday Memories

 Old family recipes serve a number of purposes. These recipes, which are passed from generation to generation, not only provide food that taste wonderful, but the spirit of multiple generations is put into those recipes. The result is not just food, but memories of times long ago.

In my family, the recipe that is most associated with the holidays is called 24 hour salad. This recipe goes back five generations to my grandmothers family. The story goes that many years ago a recipe was provided to allow for families to make a fruit salad that was effectively ambrosia. The key was that it was chilled for 24 hours and once ready for eating, the salad could last for several days.

As a young kid, I watched my mom make the salad for Thanksgiving day, and for Christmas Day. As I grew older, I started becoming involved in the making of the salad to a point that, when I finally moved to Maryland, I was ready to make the family fruit salad on my own.

Making the salad over the years brings back a lot of memories that I had growing up. But two of my favorite memories occurred about 25 and 19 years ago. In late December of 1998, my whole family gathered for Christmas at my sister Sheri‘s house. It was rare for my family to gather together for Christmas once my sisters and I became adults. But earlier in 1998, my sisters and I agreed that we should spend Christmas with Sheri‘s family, and that we should get my parents up there as well. Everyone agreed and so we gathered for Christmas in Illinois that year.

A lot of good memories occurred that Christmas, but my favorite was on Christmas Eve morning when the adults of the family gathered in the kitchen for cooking and making dinner for the following day. My job was to make the 24 hour salad but no less than six adults were in the kitchen at one time … Talking and remembering the past as we were cooking. I stopped now and then to just listen and take in the moment because I knew how special that Christmas Eve morning was. My sisters with their significant others, my parents, and I all working together while the kids mostly slept upstairs.

The second memory occurred on Thanksgiving day in 2004. I had been dating my future wife for about six months when her family invited me to Thanksgiving dinner. I told him I would come under the condition that I brought a dish. By then, I had mastered making the 24 hour salad, so I knew it would turn out well. The question was would my girlfriend’s family like the salad? The answer came pretty quickly. They loved it, and my future mother-in-law asked me for the recipe. Ultimately that recipe was put in our church cookbook in 2008, and it was credited to my grandmother and her family.

This year I will be making the salad again, but there are two changes that have occurred this year to make it more poignant. This will be the first holiday season without my parents. My sisters and I are now the keepers of this recipe. The second change, is that one of the main ingredients of the salad is no longer being made, and as a result, I am forced to find substitutes. Nevertheless, I have all the ingredients ready to make the salad on the day before Thanksgiving. As I am making the salad, I’m sure a lot of memories of holidays past will come flowing back. And that’s the point of these old recipes. Not only are you making good food for family and friends, but you’re also remembering wonderful times of the past. Soon, I will pass that recipe to Joshua & Lydia… and the tradition will continue.

Not this year…

I’m too tired. 

I’m too tired to be angry. 

I’m too tired to “never forget“. 

I’m just emotionally drained. 

For the last 22 years, I’ve had to live with the failure that happened on that day. It’s my job. The only people that have had it worse than I have are those who lost loved ones on that terrible day, and those who served our country in uniform during that time and spent months away from their families... either to defend our country from another attack or having to go halfway across the world to confront those responsible.

But the last 3 1/2 years have drained me to a breaking point. I need to rest. 

Those who planned that day are dead. Their organization is a shell of what it once was. They never launched the next phase… the bigger punch against us (like a dirty bomb) that we feared they were going to.

To be fair, we still keep an eye out. One horrible day is one horrible day too many. 

But seeing the same picture, over and over and over again, and being reminded to never forget… 

You don’t have your own personal picture of those buildings before they fell? You haven’t taken a picture of the spotlight beams going up into the sky where the buildings once stood? You haven’t gone to New York or PA and visited at least one of the Memorials? 

I remember the day I visited the towers. It was a cold March day. We had to take multiple elevators just to get up to the observation deck on the 107th floor. I remember trying to go up to the rooftop, but it was closed off. I took picture facing South, East, & North. It was a wonderful memory.

That horrible day made me find the pictures of the wonderful day. I’ve posted the memory of the wonderful day over the years as a counterbalance… a positive remembrance.

But I also remember how we got to that horrible day. That horrible day did not happen as an isolated moment.

I remember those we lost in Mogadishu.

I remember those we lost in the Khobar Towers.

I remember those we lost in Kenya & Tanzania.

I remember those we lost aboard the USS Cole.

I remember Madrid & London which happened after.

I remember the day we finally removed the mastermind of all of it… and the day we removed the other one.

I choose to “Remember”… what the buildings once were & who the people we lost on that day were… & not to “Never Forget” the pain & anger I felt on that day. 

I haven’t had a good night sleep in a long time. For too long, I was driven by what I was seeing on the “news”. And it made me angry… as it was designed to do. No more. It’s too much.

Not this year… not after I lost both my parents. Not after I have lost dear friends. 

If you want to be angry at me because my words hit too close, it’s your prerogative… but know that I’m not the real reason you are angry.

Maybe we all need to get 50 miles outside our comfort zones. Maybe we need to close our mouths & open our ears & hearts again to hear our neighbors, coworkers, & friends. Maybe we need to celebrate even the little happy moments more… moments that truly unite us. Because happiness rejuvenates us. Joy is a powerful force.

Reliving the same pain over & over won’t move us forward. 

Never forget? How about Remembering those we lost on that day & strive to be better people in their memory? How about just showing kindness again? That is when we are at our best.

But for now… maybe I can catch up on sleep. I’m just too tired. Not. This. Year.

The COVID Pandemic... 3 years later.

Saturday marks three years since the World Health Organization declared a Global Pandemic for COVID-19.  Three years since the world began to shut down.  Three years since the world was forever changed.  Three years almost to the day that I came face-to-face with the Apocalypse.

As of March 5th, 2023, the number of confirmed Covid cases in the US alone has totaled over 103 million, while the confirmed death toll in the US now exceeds 1.12 million.  Based on 2 separate conservative estimates, the actual death toll from Covid is probably an additional 200-400 thousand deaths higher.  Millions continue to suffer from symptoms of Long Covid.

We are likely approaching the endemic state of Covid across the globe.  In the US, the Covid Emergency will officially end on May 11... 38 months after the Global Pandemic was declared.  Numbers indicate that the number of new Covid cases and Covid deaths are nowhere at the levels they were a year ago during the Omnicron wave or even 2 years ago, when the US was beginning to come out of the worst portion of the pandemic.

What this post will do tonight is take a look at which parts of this country have done the best in fighting Covid, and which have not.

I mentioned the actual Covid numbers above, but if you look at those same numbers of per 100k people, the numbers tell an equally devastating picture.  In the US, the number of confirmed cases per 100k people currently stand at 31577, and the number of deaths per 100k people stands at 342.  That means the number of confirmed cases that have ended in death are about 1.083%.  Compare those numbers to the 1918-1920 Spanish Flu Pandemic in the US, where the per capita rate for Positive Flu cases were 28000, the death rate per 100k was 642 (est), and the percentage of confirmed flu cases that ended in death was estimated at 2.25%.  You would be tempted to say the Spanish Flu Pandemic was worse, but keep in mind, the Covid pandemic had better means of treatment than the flu pandemic had.  Plenty of ventilators, experimental treatments, and vaccines were things those treating the Covid pandemic had that those treating the flu pandemic did not.

So how do you determine which states have done well and which have not?  Let's take a look at California, for example.  California has had the most number of confirmed cases total over 12 million and the most number of deaths as that number exceeds 100k (these number are taken from statistics compiled by Johns Hopkins University from all 50 states' Dept. of Health COVID Sites).  Looks bad, right?  Well, not as bad as you think.  Keep in mind, California has just under 40 million people living in the state.  That means the number of cases per 100k people is at 30651, the number of deaths per 100k people is at 256, and the percentage of cases that have ended in death is about 0.835%... all three categories of measurement being below the national averages by significant margins.  

Based on a formula I used from Microsoft Excel, where I use Normal Statistical Distribution curves comparing California's numbers to the US mean numbers and the Standard Deviation of all 50 states (weighted with Confirmed Cases per 100k accounting for 33% of the total score, deaths per 100k accounting for 50% of the score, and Percent of cases ending in death accounting for 17% of the score), California's score on a scale from 0 to 100 (0 being no Covid cases or deaths and 100 meaning the pandemic was a disaster) is 24.382... and good enough for 11th best out of 50 states.

So which 10 states are doing a better job of dealing with the pandemic than California?  Here they are, with their respective scores as of March 5th, 2023:

10. Maryland - 22.807

9.  Virginia - 22.787

8.  Colorado - 22.327

7.  Nebraska - 20.732

6.  New Hampshire - 12.251

5.  Oregon - 10.262

4.  Maine - 8.986

3.  Washington - 7.642

2.  Hawaii - 5.106

1.  Vermont - 2.555

A couple of notes here... Vermont has not updated their numbers in over 2 weeks, so Vermont's score is probably going to have to be adjusted higher.  But, those adjusted number are unlikely to change Vermont's status as the state that has handled the Pandemic best of all.  Secondly, Washington DC does not count in these rankings, but if they did, DC's score of 7.186 would be good enough to place it 3rd best.

Now we go the other side of the ledger and point out the 10 worst states dealing with the pandemic.  Early on in this pandemic, New Jersey and New York were the two worst states overall.  But times have changed and those two states no longer even rank in the bottom 10 of states that have dealt with the pandemic.  New York current ranks 38th with a score of 72.375 and New Jersey ranks 40th with a score of 73.759.  That's not to say that New York and New Jersey have turned it around as much as it says other states failed to learn from their lessons and have made the same or even worse mistakes.

So here are the 10 worst states going from 41st to 50th place with their respective scores as of March 5th, 2023:

41. New Mexico - 74.824

42. Florida - 74.956

43. Kentucky - 77.359

44. Alabama - 77.505

45. Arkansas - 77.765

46. Oklahoma - 79.445

47. Mississippi - 80.664

48. Tennessee - 81.994

49. Arizona - 82.028

50. West Virginia - 84.294

Some other states of notes... Texas is 17th with a score of 38.956, Illinois is 21st with a score of 46.492, Ohio is 23rd with a score of 49.857, Georgia is 33rd with a score of 61.291, and Indiana is 34th with a score of 61.425. 

This pandemic has generally affected more rural areas than urban ones.  For example, Georgia's big 5 Metro Atlanta Area counties have accounted for 20% of the deaths, but since they account for 33% of the population, it means those 5 counties are generally doing better at saving lives than the rest of the state.  Johns Hopkins stats allow for counties to be compared with each other, so let's look at a metro Atlanta county (Gwinnett) and compare it with a exurban/rural county to its east (Walton).  The number of confirmed positive cases per 100k in each county is roughly the same, but the death rate per 100k is more than double in Walton as compared with Gwinnett.  Similar findings occur in other counties and while a few rural counties in GA buck the trend (Forsyth County is a good example), every county that is above GA's average of 400 deaths per 100k people is a rural or metro Atlanta exurban county.  Many metro areas across this country have hospitals that have been stressed to the limit in this pandemic... and those are the hospitals that have actually been able to save hundreds of thousands of lives.  If a rural county does have a hospital, many across this country have been exposed in this pandemic as being broken and, with many in rural areas having mistrust of medicine and doctors, it appears rural hospitals may take a long time to recover from this pandemic... if they ever do.

A new kind of normal is beginning to emerge and things will never be the way they once were.  Covid will never disappear.  It is here to stay.  Whether via vaccine or by getting the virus, humans genetics will evolve to fight Covid and, one day, getting Covid will be no different than getting the flu or a cold.  It may take some time, however.

The COVID Pandemic at 2 Years (and counting...)

Today's Rogue Corner is just a compilation of statistics as we have officially reached the two-year anniversary of the WHO declaring Covid-19 as a global pandemic (March 11, 2020).  These stats have been compiled by Johns Hopkins University, taken data from State Department of Health's Websites as well as National Health Websites across the globe.  It is probably one of the most complete global looks at this pandemic that is available.

As of March 10, 2022, there have been just under 79.5 Million Positive Covid Tests in the United States.  In terms of comparing that number to the US population, it is the equivalent of just under 1 in 4 Americans that have tested positive.  Just over 965,000 Americans have died of Covid. That translate to about 1 in 340 Americans that have died from Covid.  In terms of the Death Rate from Covid, in the US about 1.2% of Covid cases in the US have resulted in death.  In comparison, during the Flu Pandemic of 1918-1920, 2.25% of all Flu cases in the US resulted in death.  However, it is important to keep in mind that many life-saving techniques available to Health care providers during Covid were not available in the Flu Pandemic a century ago.  Flu vaccines were not available until around 1960, ventilators were not as available in 1918 and many treatments for covid and flu did not exist in 1918.

The 965,000 deaths from Covid is the largest loss of life due to a pandemic in US history.  By comparison, the AIDS pandemic which has continued for over 40 years has killed over 700,000 Americans, and the 1918 Flu Pandemic killed an estimated 675,000 Americans.  Also keep in mind, the 965,000 deaths from Covid in the US is a floor estimate. Studies have suggested that the number of people infected with Covid is higher and the Death Toll from Covid could be as high as 1.2-1.3 million.  Over each of the last two years, Covid has been the third leading cause of death in the US, behind only Heart Disease and Cancer.

Globally, there are over 450 million positive Covid tests and over 6 million deaths from Covid.  This puts Covid as one of the 10 worst pandemics in World history in terms of loss of life.  The industrialized world has taken the biggest hit in this pandemic in terms of number of cases and number of deaths.

In terms of the states, the four largest states in terms of population (California, Texas, Florida, and New York) rank 1, 2, 3, and 4 in terms of number of cases and deaths.  However, if you look at the numbers in terms of number of positive tests and deaths per 100k people in each state, the numbers tell a different story.  Here is a brief look at states with the highest and lowest postive test rates and death rates in the country.

5 Highest State Overall Positive Test Percentages compared to State Population:
1. Rhode Island (33.76%)
2. Alaska (33.18%)
3. North Dakota (31.37%)
4. Tennessee (29.50%)
5. Utah (28.86%)

5 Lowest State Overall Positive Test Percentages compared to State Population:
46. Vermont (18.23%)
47. Maine (17.24%)
48. Hawaii (16.79%)
49. Maryland (16.64%)
50. Oregon (16.57%)

5 Highest State Death Rate Percentages per Population from Covid:
1. Mississippi (0.412%)
2. Arizona (0.386%)
3. Alabama (0.383%)
4. Oklahoma (0.380%)
5. New Jersey (0.372%)

5 Lowest State Death Rate Percentages per Population from Covid:
T-46. Washington (0.159%)
T-46. Maine (0.159%)
48. Utah (0.130%)
49. Vermont (0.097%)
50. Hawaii (0.096%)

In December of 2020, the first Covid Vaccines were made available to the Public (as of now, anyone over the age of 5 is eligible).  Here are the 5 Highest and 5 lowest Vaccinated States:
5 Highest Vaccinated states:
1. Rhode Island (81% of the population fully vaccinated)
2. Vermont (80% of the population fully vaccinated)
3. Maine (79% of the population fully vaccinated)
T-4. Connecticut, Hawaii, and Massachusetts (78% of the population fully vaccinated)

5 Lowest Vaccinated States:
T-46. Arkansas & Idaho (53% of the population fully vaccinated)
T-48. Wyoming and Mississippi (51% of the population fully vaccinated)
50. Alabama (50% of the population fully vaccinated)

Compared to the rest of the industrialized world, the United States is lagging in Vaccinations rates.  While the US Fully Vaccinated rates is about 65%, many European countries have vaccination rates ranging from 70-90%.  Canada's vaccination rate is above 80%, while Australia and New Zealand are both approaching 80%. Even several Latin American countries have vaccination rates above 70%, including Chile, Cuba, Brazil, Argentina, and Costa Rica.

How long this pandemic lasts is an unknown.  We are likely in the last stages of this pandemic as it appears to be heading into a more endemic state, but when that transition occurs is unknown.

There is more that I will say in the weeks ahead, but for now, the numbers continue to rise in terms of Covid cases and deaths.