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| Highway 54, New Mexico. August 2013. |
Highway 54. Two nights in Meade, Kansas.
Crossing the threshold of Meade's Thriftway grocery store thrust me back to pre-COVID times.
No one wore a mask.
There were no plexiglass shields between the cashier and the customers.
Checking into the motel - no masks.
Stepping into the smoke-sodden air of a Meade convenience store - no masks. Oh, I did witness one masked fellow entering the attached restaurant. An out-of-towner like me?
It was all a bit of a culture shock, actually.
On my second day in Meade, I did observe three instances, perhaps, of mask-wearing.
Gosh, it would only take one, asymptomatic, drive-through tourist to set off a viral spark in sleepy ol' Meade.
In the unlikely case I'm infected-but-asymptomatic, it ain't gonna be me to light that spark.
I wore my mask.
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