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My 85-year-old father loved people, and he waved hello to everyone as he tooled around a Southern California assisted-living facility in his tricked-out electric wheelchair. He couldn t resist talking to a neighbor at his doorway when the building went off pandemic lockdown a few weeks ago. They couldn t hear each other, so they pulled off their masks for a quick chat. How-are-ya, fine-thanks. What a year!
Maybe that was the moment the germs slipped into his chest.
Perhaps one of the caregivers brought the virus into his apartment from the outside. Or he could have been infected when he visited a vascular surgeon.