The other day the postal letter carrier came walking up to my house wearing a long black mask. It covered his nose, mouth and most of his neck. "You look like the Lone Ranger," I exclaimed, joking.
"I'm wearing it for my protection," he said, solemnly.
Feeling put in my place, I replied, "I understand".
And so the Lone Ranger rides again, only not quite the same way as he did in when I was kid. No silver steed. No Tonto at his side. And the mask was over his lower face, not his eyes. No white hat either. Just riding, walking, normal daily activities. And it is becoming more and more that everyone is donning masks of some kind. It's just what we need to do in the Time of Coronavirus.
As he got into his van to drive away, I heard him say to someone on speaker phone, "This last guy just called me the Lone Ranger." He laughed. At least he got the joke.
NOTE: We are now being advised to wear a mask whenever we are in public. They say it is more for the protection of others than for our own. It keeps us from touching our faces and from spreading the virus through droplets in sneezes or even just breathing. I imagine it does offer us some protection too. These are the times we are living through, my friends, living through being the key hope and prayer.