On March 9, 2020 I landed in Atlanta, flying in from New Orleans. I'd heard about the coronavirus, but it was something far removed from me. In the Lyft on the way to my hotel I opened my news app; the first story I saw was a report that New Orleans had ONE case. I wasn't too worried…at first. By that Sunday, we were up to 103 cases. That was also the week that it became personal and real for me; someone I'd known my whole life died from coronavirus. My city soon became a hotspot, the medical experts say the culprit was Mardi Gras. Mardi Gras brings thousands of people from all over the world. People are standing basically cheek to cheek, so I wasn't surprised that that's where this may have all began.
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