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This afternoon, for reason immaterial to this post, I decided to take the dogs into a local city park for their afternoon walk. Not a long walk, about a mile. Nice park, baseball diamonds, jogging trail, pool (shut down ‘cause covid), playground area. The “city” population I’m guessing at 1,500. It’s the county seat for a county with a population of 7,000 but Tennessee helped with the finances.
So on the way back to the car with the two dogs, I see that people are gathering for baseball practice: mom, dad, the kids. Made me feel good. Then I noticed something that caused me to slow down to look closer.
The children, both boys and girls, were about the age of my grandson – say 6 or 7. It was clear, humid, and 86 degrees: All the kids wore masks. Not me, not the parents. The kids. No, not catcher’s masks.