In the late fall of 2019, I had begun to sew again, something that I had been unable to really manage since the death of my mother, Prentiss Boss eighteen months earlier.

The first few days after the big northeast lockdown were surreal. We were in paradise while our friends and family members were sheltering in place from a virus that was too tiny to see but could make you very sick or kill you.

On March 4th Mark Brown and I got into the car with our dog Cricket and over a four-day period made our way to a barrier island off the coast of Georgia.