How can we join together to defeat measles when we don’t share a reality?
The other day, during a visit to Portland, I hit my head badly enough to need stitches; I went to the ER only to pause, at the door, where an enormous sign asked patients with measles to don a mask. Although I was still bleeding, I considered turning away. I had a seven-month-old at home, who was not yet eligible for his vaccine. Could I carry measles home with me? I didn’t want to know.