It was early March and Charlotte (our older daughter) had just arrived from Holland to escape the Corona virus that was starting to rage there, accompanied by my sister Sabine - who wanted to hold on to a planned trip despite our nephew's wedding having been cancelled. Everything was still open and nobody was thinking about masks. We went on an extended family excursion to our farm in Montague to do some early Spring work there, when a call from our brother Joris told us that Sabine had to get on a plane back home right away, because all flights from the US are being shut down without further notice. That was it. And so began the COVID-19 time period.