What happened to the 8 p.m. howl?

Dear Editor,

Every day in the spring, I looked forward to the 8 p.m. howl. Along with so many other people across the US, I’d walk outside at 8 p.m. and join in with neighbors’ exuberant howling. It was cathartic, and it became a routine. The howl honored nurses and doctors on the frontlines, working stoically through the pandemic, and, though I found it ironic that the people who everyone was how...