We had great fun as kids, wearing masks, and playing outlaws. We were Zorro, The Phantom, and Green Hornet, and jumped out of bushes to scare girls. I tried to be The Shadow but couldn’t “cloud men’s minds.”
Now, many decades later, we wear respiratory masks to save lives. Our own and those of others. We don’t leave our homes and live in fear. We watch the numbers climb and wait for the promised help and hope from a government short on truth. I’m reading Poe’s Masque of the Red Death and wait anxiously for the Ebony Clock to chime.
Now, many decades later, we wear respiratory masks to save lives. Our own and those of others. We don’t leave our homes and live in fear. We watch the numbers climb and wait for the promised help and hope from a government short on truth. I’m reading Poe’s Masque of the Red Death and wait anxiously for the Ebony Clock to chime.
