March 25, 2020 My dad and his mother in Elgin, Illinois in 1943 I’ve hardly been out of the condo for three weeks. Except for my wife, my last offline human interaction was five days ago with a grocery clerk. Every time I wash my hands, which is often, I feel like Lady MacBeth: "Out,… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Lessons from the last world war
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