Tennessee, March 7th 2020 

In a time when something as ingrained as handshakes have turned into elbow bumps, a presidency has turned into well.. Trump, and my daily morning walk through the old magical fairy grove and charming neighborhood has turned into a game of jackstraws and whole streets of restaurants, churches, venues, small shops and a hundred year old homes have been ripped into its fundamentals of piles of bricks, tiles, metal scrap and wood - a woman I’ve never seen is sitting on a chair in her…