When I was sent home from grade school in 1954 because I had chickenpox, I remember crying. That’s because I hadn’t even eaten any chicken.Fast forward 70 years to July 1: That’s when the doctor told me I had COVID.Gr-r-r! No tears, but I wanted to cry, or at least ...
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