This collection of DC Home’s second season is the audio version of a man trying to hold back an avalanche with a distraction. After launching DC Home’s first season, I returned for a season filled with more Trump than I could bear. Nobody warned me about the pandemic. And, despite my plots, despite my improvs, despite my rants, COVID-19 took DC Home as it took the United States, painfully unprepared.

After losing her bar in Season One and finding herself and her nephew homeless, living in a storage unit down by the shops in Fort Lincoln, Sherry Finn was supposed to have a better year. Her son was supposed to fall in love. So was Old Herbert. There are seeds of these possibilities scattered throughout the season, which paints the stories with a sense of regret common during this pandemic. If Sherry is my Job, it’s only fair that a plague got involved.

My name is Ken La Salle and I write the stories of DC Home. I had a front-row seat for the lives of Sherry, Sean, and Old Herbert, as they watched Rush Limbaugh be awarded for his hate, as I explained nuance through Mike Pence’s horrific rape of Donald Trump, as I told my own COVID-19 story, and much more. I look very much forward to having nothing to write about in volume 3.