I’ll never forget the night that everything really changed.
It was my wife’s birthday, March 11th. I took her out for dinner at a lovely restaurant in South Minneapolis, and for a couple of blissful hours, over exotic cocktails and delicious food, we unplugged from the loudening noise of a worrisome outside world.
After we walked out of that restaurant, there would be no more tuning out.
Stepping out from the darkly lit building, I looked down at my phone, and tried to process the sudden rush of stunning headlines:
WHO declares global pandemic. NBA suspends season. Trump addresses the nation. Tom Hanks has coronavirus. Tom Hanks!