Letter from NYC's COVID-19 front lines

I’ve been inundated lately with emails and calls and texts from friends and family from far away: Everyone’s been hearing reports about New York City, where I live, being a coronavirus war zone— one where everything’s closed and people are fighting over the few remaining rolls of toilet paper left. And it all reminds me a little bit of a long-ago Tran- script story about my father Jerome and his t...