This year of 2020 reminds me, somewhat, of our lives in Germany. There were trips planned, freedoms lost, missed times with husbands, wives, children and friends. We were locked down to a small area. Picking food up from restaurants was not a possibility because there were none in our little American community. We had our community center (one grocery store and one department store) to shop at with limited hours. Our German community was cut off from us. It was not safe to shop downtown, to eat in German restaurants or to make a random trip to France on a Saturday afternoon for pottery shopping and lunch. This post explains our lives in 1990-92. It was our third tour to Germany, our fourth city and our ninth year. By this time we were use to stairwell living, six apartments in each stairwell and three stairwells to a building. Our neighbors, …