February 12, 2020
Just under two weeks ago our jet airplane wheels touched down in Minneapolis after having spent eight days in Mexico, near Puerto Vallarta. That morning was the first time I had pulled a pair of jeans on since arriving in the country. I had left my flip-phone at home, knowing it would be of no use there, but as we walked through the airport the sound of other peoples’ cell phones reconnecting to them to their lives filled the air. Notifications of voice mails and missed text messages...