I spent four months of the pandemic in Clifton Park, New York, with my wife, even though my wife and I were legally separated, and my two sons. My daughter, Jojo, decided to stay on her own. These four months were a healing experience where our broken
family had a chance to come back together and recreate our love for each other. But, after four months in a house, I could not wait to get on the road. I decided to go to Kyiv, Ukraine, for a month because I had friends there, and it would be a reasonable
time to travel. I booked a flight on Delta Airlines to Amsterdam and then to Kyiv. The flight to Amsterdam was almost empty. Maybe twenty people on a Boeing 767 airplane typically seat over two hundred passengers. I stretched out and slept with no social
distancing issues. I asked one of the flight attendants how they could afford to fly a plane with so few passengers, and she said that cargo was paying for the flight. When I landed in Amsterdam at a deserted airport, I could see the impact of the pandemic
on the lives of all the people who would generally service the travelers who passed through the airport.