I found myself walking the store just observing, and eventually in the meat isle. In front of the rotisserie chickens, a good 20 people anxiously waited for dinner to be pulled off the rack and put in their cart when it hit me hard…Thank god I’m a hunter and an angler. The line between dependent and independent was laid bare. Back at home, I am fortunate to have a modest lineup of fish, foul and beast sitting in my freeze, a bank of security in the midst of what I am starting to feel is a generational event that we’ve never experienced in my short time on life. The anxiety that I felt around the store that day was palpable.