“Tell me about quarantine and I will tell you mine.” I have been quarantined before. That first time a big red sign appeared on our front door which read QUARATINE in large black letters and was signed by the Board of Health. It said in effect, no one can enter here, and no one can leave. Our whole family was in lock down though not by that name. I had come home from first grade, age 5 (because my birthday was late in the year ) with a sore throat and a fever. My mother called the doctor (in 1936 doctors came to your house, as a matter of course). The doctor pronounced my sore throat, “Scarlet Fever,” a potential killer for the old and the young, and an illness which often led to other infections in the ears, eyes, and respiratory system. Groceries were delivered just off the road at the entrance to a long walk which led up to our front door. I was allowed another big red sign to put above my bed. “Board” and “health” were among the first words I leaned to read th