We wait for the inevitable arrival of the coronavirus like a slow-moving tidal wave, certain only that it will be terrible when it comes.

My daughter Pickle and I are walking the dog yet again, traveling the dirt road loop that stretches around our neighborhood.

From the March 19, 1982, edition of the Gazette by William A. Caldwell.

My mantra has been no talking about Covid-19 with our clients. So the staff meetings were brimming with only that.

It is only a matter of time before COVID-19 reaches Martha’s Vineyard, and preparedness plans are emerging.

I never peeked. I just imagined there were about a dozen. Small but mighty. Sealed and frozen.

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Reading about the 174 Steamship Authority trips in October that were canceled (many, if not all, due to bad weather)

I asked Valerie for a list of first names of all staff at the nursing home.

This will be the Martha’s Vineyard Museum’s first Thanksgiving in its new home at the Vineyard Haven Marine Hospital.

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