From May 18, 2020 Saturday evening, all seemed fine. The night before, I cooked myself a sweet potato for dinner. I put it in the oven and completely forgot about it. Someone downstairs detected an odd smell coming from the second floor. I knew what it was.
From May 17, 2020 On Thursday, I visited Baby at the apartment I got for her and Carla to help ease the over crowdedness in the main house. She looked good. She said she felt good. We told her to just rest for a few days after the scare she gave us on Monday.
From May 16, 2020 Before the year 1995, I had never given the subject of poverty much thought. I had felt a sense of compassion toward the poor and made some minimal donations to a handful of charitable organizations whose works I respected. But I was basically more concerned with avoiding poverty than understanding it.
From May 15, 2020 The planes wheels touched down in Calcutta at 10:46 in the evening. With stops in Taipei and Singapore, it had been a long, grueling trip from Los Angeles—consuming a total of twenty hours on planes and ten hours between flights. I was exhausted, yet filled with excitement at being in India.