Ever since this pandemic started, I have had the persistent, pressing, urgent, need to visit my brother. I could not explain it to myself, or others, without sounding crazy. For one, I live in New York City, where the pandemic initially raged. My brother resides in Maryland. Travel made no sense, under, the circumstances. No one wanted New Yorkers crossing their borders, and no form of travel was without risk. And, technically, whatever it was I needed from him could wait, had already waited.