By Milt Morris The corona virus threat gripping our world stirs memories of polio epidemics terrorizing my childhood in the 1940’s. Every headache, pain or fever frightened my parents worried that this terrible disease would kill or cripple me for life. We did not know what caused polio, how it spread or how to treat the infection. Some victims paralyzed from the neck down were placed in pressure chambers called Iron Lungs. We knew polio increased in summer and the end of school brought worry about the days ahead. I lived in the city but my grandparents farmed in Western…

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