Minecraft. That is what I remember from the earliest days of quarantine. My son set up a server and he and his sister played for hours with their friends. Every night we would hear them upstairs. It started with the energy of a vacation. They even gave me a copy of the game for my birthday in May. March 12, 2020, was a Thursday. It was the last full day of in-person school for my daughter and my wife in Waltham, and my son at Framingham State. Every day leading up to the 12th seemed to be trying to out-shitshow the previous one. Things were spiraling rapidly downward in a way we had never experienced before. I had first become aware of the coronavirus while reading a story on the Drudge Report website right before New Year’s. I remember a feeling of dread upon reading it and thinking “we will have to keep an eye on this story”. Then on January 23rd a new customer came into my shop and over the course of his visit, after shaking my hand, he told me how he had been on th...