I’m writing in the middle of a thunderstorm in northeastern New York, waiting for a rainbow in the midst of the clouds. This pandemic has been going on since the beginning of March; I’ve done my radio show live for the entire time. Listeners have been grateful that I’ve been there, as have I. It’s a comfort to me to be able to speak to people over the airwaves, knowing that the music I select is reaching people all over the world, thanks to the magic of the Internet.

We’ve been having Zoom meetings and Zoom folk festivals. It’s not the same, of course, but it’s at least something. I’m hearing from people that music has been a great balm for their souls during these times. There was no Old Songs Festival this year, no Falcon Ridge. These are two I’ve gone to for so many years. My now-almost-40-year-old son started going to the Old Songs Festival when he was nine months old, and he’s been bringing his own kids for many years. He was famous (infamous?) for getting lost with another boy at the first Falcon Ridge Festival when it was held at a ski resort. This music runs in the family.

I’ve also gotten back to playing some doubles tennis recently. We work hard to stay apart, but social distancing in doubles tennis is kind of implicit, anyway.

What have YOU been doing during the pandemic? I’d love to know.