Our elder son and I got sick near the end of the cruise, and within a few days of disembarking my wife also tested positive. The least mask-compliant member of the family was the only one to avoid infection. When friends heard we had Covid, many assumed our symptoms were mild because we’d been vaccinated. That was true of my wife and to a lesser extent our son, but not as much for me. I recovered at home, but I suffered from fever and general weakness for two weeks even after a monoclonal-antibody infusion.

So why would I cruise again? For one thing, I know plenty of people who have contracted Covid while barely leaving home. For another, a cruise is a delight. You’re part of a floating slice of Middle America. At sea, I was reminded of our national flaws: obesity, gluttony and ignorance of other countries. But I also saw our appealing attributes: generosity, kindness and openness.

We also had a chance to see that Covid insanity and tyranny aren’t confined to our shores. We were reminded that anyone can catch the virus. We were encouraged, practically commanded, to have fun. For the first time in a long time, it felt good to follow the rules.