By Edward Achorn
I was born in 1957. That’s me at the piano — late that year, I think — with my older sisters Susan (middle) and Nancy.
That fall, a deadly flu was tearing through America.
It ended up killing some 116,000 Americans — in a country that, with 170 million people, had about half the population of today’s America.
Even using inflated numbers, about 95,000 have died so far from the coronavirus, by comparison.Continue reading →