The death of the Berkshires as a playground for the rich and the stupid-rich is at hand. It looks like suicide, until you see where the crime may include kidnapping, if you admit metaphor into the deliberations. Or, a deft, determined, free-thinking prosecutor may reach for the RICO handbook, having determined that the disappearance of the Mohican nation, less than two generations after the arrival of Church of England recruiters, is the true origin of the crime of the quarter-millennium.
The next proximate cause, besides the virus, which will do more harm here than elsewhere because of our profoundly weak pre-existing condition, is GE, on the verge of bankruptcy today (Trump will advise them on how to navigate that procedure), but once rich enough to buy a whole county/region and convince its population that dumb is smart and fat is happy. The Berkshires has all the makings of an exquisite corpse. So, mask up sisters and brothers, and head for the hills!
Here’s a post-edit “closeup” of the Hummingbird, perhaps catching his breath, outside a bluebird box: