I cannot remember if it is week number eight or nine of the virus lock-down. But, I suppose, it really doesn’t matter. When most days feel largely the same, I’m not sure if marking time is that useful. On the home front, Mrs. T. put up a chores schedule, and assignments, on a white board.
Before the Covid-19 shut down, I offered this to my son: “How about dinner for 17 tonight or tomorrow?” As the reality of the coronavirus set in, I realized that his college a cappella group, which is very close, would be facing rushed goodbyes to each other and, in particular, to the seniors. The college
On Friday morning, I was on a Zoom call with members of my parish men’s group. We used to meet every other week. We now convene electronically each Friday. Some of us are crazy-busy. Others, not so much. Many are in-between. We all agreed, however, that this was a Lent we would never forget. In
In a way, Saturday was business as usual. I met up with one of my fly-fishing buddies, and we hit a river in western Massachusetts. But, we also made sure to keep at least six feet away from each other. And, we talked about COVID-19, and our concerns for our parents. In a way, it
I just got off a 7 a.m. Zoom call that HBS had set up for alumni. The Dean, two faculty members, and over 2,000 alumni were on the call, the first session in a series called “Crisis Management for Leaders.” In the discussion, one of the professors, Dutch Leonard, recommended that leaders should know about
I went out this morning for a long walk. The late-winter sunlight was blindingly bright, blunting the cold air and wind gusts on occasion. It was nice to get out of the house. Chances are, you too are engaging in social distancing as we all try to ameliorate the coronavirus’ spread. As for our family,