My family lived together all in one house and combined their incomes to survive the last Depression. Before they found a house they could buy for cash, they moved in the middle of the night from one apartment to another to avoid the landlord. Nana ran a restaurant. My father's job first thing in the morning was to remove the hobo signs chalked in front of the place. She never turned away a hungry soul. Before you get all misty-eyed, Nana Sullivan was a tough old bird who ruled her family with an iron fist. They all survived the Depression and none contracted the flu during the pandemic.
Goodnight, John Boy!