Many fun-filled-stories have passed over our backyard fence, as my Jewish neighbor and I did the lean-on for many good years, always respective of the conversational taboo topics of religion and politics that is, until now, where nearly every face-cover- breath has become overtly political.
What a sight to behold, still leaning for support on a rake with one arm and the other over the fence, but now awkwardly separated by the governor’s mandated six-feet-of-separation, one with a face-mask (him), one without (me).