I had to travel a long way through the Virginia countryside to get to the city where I went to visit with friends and relatives. The area between here and there is not as rural as my home patch, but it’s still in the heart of Good Ol’ Boy Land.
I stopped for gas in a little hamlet about two-thirds of the way to my destination. When I went inside the country store to visit the restroom, I immediately noticed that I needn’t have been anxious about masks — at least half the people in the place weren’t wearing them. Dr. Fauci must be losing his mojo, at least in the hinterland.
The medium-sized city where I spent two nights was another matter. It didn’t seem to have passed a city ordinance mandating masks, the way Charlottesville has. Nevertheless, every business had posted a sign on the door saying that they were following the ukase of Governor Coonman, and would not admit any maskless customers.
As a result I stayed out of most of the businesses. A lot of people on the sidewalks (including me) weren’t wearing their muzzles, so it’s not as bad as Charlottesville, where everybody dons the corona hijab, indoors or out. And where you can get screamed at for not wearing one in some areas.
From time to time I think maybe the mask mania is finally starting to wane. But that’s probably just wishful thinking on my part. COVID is here to stay.