Dispatches from the Trenches

After three weeks of coronavirus self-quarantine, I ventured out to buy medicine and food. The streets had a third of their normal traffic. I hadnt wanted to go out but mail-order prescriptions werent an option despite my repeated online enrollment attempts and no one at the pharmacy would answer their phone to arrange a delivery.  Fortunately, I thought, they had a drive-thru window so I wouldnt have to wander about the drugstore or stand in line with sick people. I asked the clerk if...