I went to buy beer the other day. The liquor store is now curb service only. In the truck next to me was a guy in his thirties. I have seen him around town before. He's a commercial roofer. He was wearing a mask and gloves in his truck by himself. I've seen guys like him out and about who have shaved their beards to accommodate their little face masks better. I'll never be able to look at those guys the same again. It's as if I saw them run from a fight. No one WANTS to get sick; no one WANTS to get beat up either, but you don't run from a fight. I feel the same way about those guys as I would if I saw them run from a fight. I am proud of my close friends and colleagues. None of my inner circle of people, or their families, have taken the bait. None of us are participating in this panic pandemic. We are continuing to gather for play dates with the kids, church and BBQs. So far snowflakes running from the cooties are just good fodder for fun when we all get together, but we know that it's going to get awkward when we have to start dealing with those "men" again. The laughing always seems to die down when someone asks, "how are we going to ever look at them the same way again?"