“The 47-year-old sailor could have stayed put on the tiny Portuguese island of Porto Santo, to ride out the era of lockdowns and social distancing in a scenic place largely spared by the virus. But the idea of spending what he thought could be “the end of the world” away from his family, especially his father who was soon to turn 90, was unbearable. So he said he loaded his 29-foot sailboat with canned tuna, fruit and rice and set sail in mid-March.” NYT: With Flights Banned, Son Sails Solo Across Atlantic to Reach Father, 90. (My parents treated me like a conquering hero when I dropped off some of their favorite cole slaw.)