By Jake Jones During this period of quarantine I continuously come back to a very familiar feeling: as though I am a child on a long holiday or a snowy week in which school has been canceled, the outside world has been closed and life has ground to a halt. To be honest I have grown quite fond of the feeling, one of those feelings from my childhood that I greatly enjoyed and feared I would never experience again. After weeks holed up in my apartment, I began to reflect on what I enjoyed doing most when I was younger. How did I fill a whole day of doing nothing? As I reflected, what I found surprised me—and has proven to be a stabilizing force for my weeks in quarantine. Some of my fondest memories of childhood came on Sunday mornings, which all looked the same: we all got up, cooked a family breakfast (usually pancakes and bacon), and sat in the living room watching the CBS Sunday Morning News . If I had to identify the voices of my childhood, three come to mind:...
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