Mosquitoes sang their evening lullaby. My mother tucked netting over my crib, and I, not wanting to be closed in, batted it away.

I’m sitting at my computer, planning to write what I’ve been doing during our enforced social distancing in this coronavirus pandemic.

The first we heard about the caper was a call from my brother in law, Ralph Jones, who works at the Vineyard Haven Thrift Shop on Fridays.