SALISBURY — For a mostly retired couple of Medicare age, coping with quarantine in salubrious Salisbury has been a remarkably benign experience.
The town does have its jolting reminders of the pandemic’s prevalence, such as the fever-checking thermometer scan required to admit me to LaBonne’s market; having to phone Sweet William’s Bakery for cappuccino and croissants; and the ubiquitous masks on passers-by.
But for the most part, the days pass by, thankfully, uneventfully. We’re becoming accustomed to novelties such as piano lessons, doctor appointments and cocktail hours conducted via Zoom — with even a family Easter dinner via Zoom.
My birthday was celebrated telephonically.
The newborn lambs and their dams we saw fenced in downtown on Main Street delighted us and others (at a distance) on long walks my wife and I take together.
I keep busy with writing assignments from clients, and dab occasionally at a painting in process.
I marvel at the courage and stamina of those on the front lines here, in New York and across the world caring for the sick and keeping essential goods flowing; I donate a pint of my blood at the Congregational Church to do what little I can to help stem the tide.
Quarantine Reflections is a new series that we will run occasionally throughout the newspaper.



A window at Olana.By Brian Gersten
The dining room at OlanaBy Brian Gersten
Rumsey Hall competes in the Berkshire Hills Ski League.Photo by Tom Brown
There was lots of fresh powder on Mohawk Mountain Jan. 28 after approximately 20 inches fell earlier in the week.Photo by Tom Brown






Zoom birthdays, new lambs and courage