A week ago on Friday I had lunch with a former client. It was my first time at a restaurant since February when my health issues began. Late Tuesday of that week, my doctor gave me permission to travel. With a credit we had for our missed March spring break vacation with the boys, my wife and I left late last Friday evening to visit the condo we share with her parents, for Mesa, Arizona. Imagine a tall balding fellow wearing a white surgical mask on the plane. That’s what I looked like in order to avoid the germs that plane flights are notorious for.