John Grindrod: Masks, once upon a time and now
By John Grindrod - Guest Columnist
Now that we’ve been living with masks for more than a year now, I’ve some mask-related thoughts for you this week.
As a boy, unlike the aversion I’ve developed over the past 12 months for them, I loved masks. Of course, those I remember were far different than the ones we’ve been wearing since mid-March of 2020.
The masks from my growing-up years in the late 1950s and early ‘60s were worn by those I admired so very much, like The Lone Ranger. To refresh your memory as to his back story, he was the lone surviving Texas Ranger after an ambush killed five of his fellow law enforcers. Badly injured, the Ranger, John Reid, was nursed back to health by a Native American who stumbled upon the gory ambush aftermath. Reid fashioned a black mask and, together with Tonto, began riding throughout the West fighting for righteousness and capturing all sorts of evildoers while searching for those cutthroats who’d killed his compatriots.