Last weekend, our British car club had an outing planned.  There weren’t any reports of the virus being in our area yet, so we went ahead with it.  We practiced our new social distance, and I was using a Asian style bow for a greeting.  I find that keeping my hands together reminds me not to hug my friends like I usually do.  It is reminiscent of an old habit from the surgical suite of keeping your hands clasped together while waiting for something to be done so you didn’t break your sterile field.  For this drive, since ...

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