Granted, where you are it may be rhetorical. (And I'm happy that it's so.)

Here, every time one leaves the house one prepares almost as if for battle. (I live in the reddest of red states on the entire eastern coast of America.)

Even worse, this is the direct route to one of the "reddest" resort towns in America. One carload of infected West Virginia coal miners or Ohio auto workers on vacation could literally compromise this entire part of the state. (There are next to no masks worn here, other than us when one of the three of us go out. SOme days when I shop I don't see a single other mask)

My mother is 89, my father 92. The period prior to vaccinations was the most frightening period of my entire life. (Especially with a brother in the house that supports Trump.)

This is basically a 6 month a year "Sturgis of the south" (including 3 bike rallies a year.)