A vaccine when there is no vaccine.
Two weeks ago, I started wearing a cloth mask in public.
Not going to lie. It feels weird. It’s hot. It’s kinda gross. And when I started wearing it, people gave me wide berth. Boston’s a walking city; we’re used to crowded sidewalks. But my mask guaranteed I’d get six feet of physical distancing—no one wants to walk near a bald, bearded brown guy wearing a mask.
Two days ago, Los Angeles mandated cloth masks for anyone walking outside. Even the President himself, despite his resolute “what’s the big deal” stance toward the pandemic, announced…