USA. Brooklyn, New York. March 23, 2020. The changes in the neighborhood have been startling. One day, everyone was waiting on line for brunch, racing around the track, playing basketball, and luxuriating in the sun as spring began blooming. It became a virtual ghost town overnight. Frankly, I’m grateful. While the bars and restaurants were packed, it was clear the virus was running rampant. I can’t believe how dismissive people were of the startling infection projections from a cross section of extremely trust worthy sources.