There are two men I went to high school with, in Michigan, who invited me to celebrate our birthdays together since I moved to California nine years ago. We have met in restaurants. The plan this year was for one to initiate a virtual lunch with his program, not Zoom. I clicked on the link, saw both, but I was not visible. When I clicked on the cue to become visible, my name appeared a second time and my voice began to echo. The man who was not the host, could not be heard. You name it, we tried it, including beginning again. It never worked. We are trying again with the other man’s Zoom in March.
I did eat my salad.