This morning I got up and did what I’ve been putting off for several days now thinking that a miracle might change the trajectory of the COVID-19 crisis. The very name of the virus strand is becoming like nails on a chalkboard for me. After skimming social media and the major news headlines, I made myself an Ethiopian blend coffee and then headed upstairs to the office to start canceling travel plans. I started with requesting the refund on a previously cancelled Princess cruise through Alaska’s Glacier Bay that would have departed three weeks from now. The 7 night cruise, complete with a balcony room, would have completed my 50 states American tour. My first true quest was to visit…
