A couple of years ago, I wrote an essay about what happens when your children become your parents. My daughter Donna got on my case about my sloppy, dangerous slippers and my son Matt said I should be drinking red wine instead of martinis. I also said that I was delighted that my children were so concerned about the health of my wife and me. That hasn’t changed.

Along comes the coronovirus and the world has changed! As I write this, Betty and I are stranded in Islamorada in the Florida Keys in…