Commentary
It was March 12, 2020, and I was sitting on a moving Amtrak train out of Manhattan and headed to the Hudson train stop. From what I experienced in New York City that day—people drinking themselves silly at noon and scurrying through the streets to get out because of the bad germ on the loose—I had a sudden concern. I thought that the train could be stopped and all passengers put in a bus and taken to a quarantine camp.
