By Rachel Beck Colwill

Rachel Beck Colwill is a PEI singer-songwriter, now living in Stratford, who was nominated for many music awards. Her single, Reckless Heart, reached No. 1 in the CBC Top 20 Music chart. The video for another chart-topping tune, Hearts on Fire, was filmed in Stanley Bridge.
These are uncertain times to make your living travelling and playing music at public gatherings. These are uncertain times for many. Let’s do our best to stay calm and support each other however we can.
My newsfeed is filled with artist friends around the globe who are having shows and festivals cancel with little warning. Public health is, of course, the number one priority — but these cancelations mean the income my friends were counting on has disappeared. Moreover, many of them have already spent money on travel arrangements, purchasing merch to sell on tour, marketing, publicity, and a host of other things, all with the expectation of income on the road. They can’t get refunds on those investments.
Please, if you can, choose some of your favourite independent artists and go to their websites. Purchase a CD or vinyl or a shirt or whatever sweet original merch they have. Purchase directly from the artists. Let’s make sure our creators can continue creating.
On another note, if you are based in or around Charlottetown and you are self-quarantined for health reasons, I am happy to help you out if you need grocery or pharmacy runs or anything at all. I have a van, I have flexible work hours, and I’m a pro shopper. Please just reach out.

By Jim Brown
On March 14 I drove to Summerside to stock up for the inevitable day when I will have isolate myself from others, and I saw many shoppers flashing bright smiles at the grocery stories I visited. But others couldn’t hide their disappointment and frustration when they couldn’t find toilet paper or hand sanitizer, or other items on their list.
Later I read PEI had recorded its first case.
COVID-19. The coronavirus. The gravest threat we have faced as a country and as a civilization since the great flu pandemic of 1918.

Only in 1918 the world was much bigger. There were no transatlantic flights. No commercial flights at all across vast oceans. Travel between continents took weeks, not hours. Supply chains for everyday products didn’t extend thousands of kilometres.
We have an economy based on our mobility. What if we can’t fly, drive or move around freely? What if we were told we have to isolate ourselves from others so that our elderly and most vulnerable can live?
What happens when our entire world is disrupted, when everything that connects us to each other is suddenly taken away?
Parliament has been shut down for five weeks, schools are closing, professional sports venues have gone dark – and so have universities, colleges, art galleries, libraries, concert halls, churches, public offices – and the list gets longer by the day.
It’s humanity’s vanishing act. We are disappearing from public spaces, leaving a haunting emptiness behind.
Even the poorest Canadians have Internet access and cable television, but there are no sports or live entertainment shows to watch. Only a 24/7 stream of frightening news about a virus that is devouring our way of life.

It looks and feels like the death of hope.
We, humans, are a fiercely optimistic species. We are resilient, we fight back, we expect things will get better, because there have been dark times before, an entire dark age when the black death culled much of humanity.
Yes, humanity has been through worse.
I believe we will come through this, but we won’t go back to the way things were before.
Whether it’s two years or two months, when the virus fades away we will emerge into a transformed landscape.
Many bedrock assumptions will fall away like dry leaves from an autumn tree.
It’s hard to imagine a scenario where demand for consumer goods, for services, for other trappings of civilized society in the 21st century will be fully restored. Jobs we took for granted and thought would be around forever will be gone.
Our world will have shrunk dramatically – to the dimensions of a city or a county or even a village. We will have learned to look after our neighbours, families and friends – watch over and care for them without actually being physically close to them.
When the great tribulation eases the world we rejoin will be a poorer one in many ways, and perhaps a better one in a few others.

I can’t imagine living in America and not watching the scaffolding of a universal health care system take shape. So many Americans will have died in a patchwork system that buckled and broke despite the heroic efforts of besieged health care workers, many of them sacrificing their lives so that others may live.
The long con has run its course, bringing civilization to its knees.
Even the most tribal of partisans in America will have been forced to confront an ugly truth – they were lied to and made complicit in one of the largest heists in history – the looting of their country.
They will have seen grandparents, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, daughters and sons, struggle to breathe and then die.
I think the world’s industrialized nations will turn their backs on a predatory ideology that hurts and maims so many for the sake of a very few. They will demand a much more compassionate system of government that blends the best of capitalism and socialism – a form of communalism that ensures everyone’s basic needs are met.
Consumerism will become a dirty word since we will know, after the pandemic, there are more important things in life than material goods.
No, we won’t go back.
We won’t let one tenth of one per cent of the population control nearly all of the world’s dwindling resources, and our lives.
Corporations won’t be allowed to continue poisoning the commons we all own – oceans, lakes, rivers, meadows, rainforests, the blue skies above.
Industrial activity will have declined sharply during the coronavirus pandemic. Pollution and greenhouse gases will have been slashed.
I believe corporate culture will have changed forever.
We will no longer live and die by the value of our gross domestic product.
It’s a mug’s game predicting the future, but I feel this in my bones.
Will it happen? I honestly don’t see how it doesn’t.

By Jim Brown
Lobsters and oysters harvested in the New London area will soon have a new home – a storage building capable of holding 150,000 to 200,000 pounds of lobster and more than a million oysters.

Workers were busy in early March working on the roof of the Raspberry Point Oyster Company building.
Manager James Power said the building should be finished no later than May.
It would hold oysters from Dec 1 to May 1 and lobsters from May 1 to Sept. 1.
Mr Power said the building would serve an important purpose in providing convenient storage for oysters during a time of the year, in the depths of winter, when ice conditions are often not suitable for harvesting the highly prized molluscs.
In the past the company relied on oysters harvested under ice and that has proved tricky at times since conditions, including slushy or deep ice, make it hard to reach the oysters.
One of the worst winters on record, in 2015, saw Raspberry Point unable to sell any product for weeks because workers could not easily get through the ice.
That shouldn’t be as much of a problem now, said Mr Power.

Passerby will notice the building isn’t a typical industrial structure. It was constructed to look like it’s part of a fishing village, to blend in with other marine-themed businesses in the area. It’s nestled in the same general location as the Lighthouse Cafe, Blue Mussel Cafe, Outside Expeditions and Seagull’s Nest Gift Shop.
“It’s not just a flat steel building,” said Mr Power.
He went on to say the owner, Scott Linkletter, wanted the image, the “aesthetics”, to be just right – right down to the white cedar shingles with red trim.

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