It was a nice, sunny day so we decided to sit upfront on the white benches and eat part of our food. As hubby was trying to juggle not dropping too much catchup, tartar sauce, or his soda on his white shorts, I was watching the noisy, multi-lane road full of cars, with anxious drivers speeding dangerously fast and reckless, like a bunch of convicts just out of lockup, who stole cars and tasted freedom after months in jail, and were eager to get away from the cops.
The traffic at the Target store nearby was heavier than usual and the same middle-aged panhandler was sitting in the shade with his homeless cardboard sign. He had been there for at least five years that I can remember. If he had built two bricks a day, I think at least one room and a bathroom might be finished by now.
We need the sun now more than ever but I have a sense of unease that I cannot shake. I am not going to wear the governor's soon to be mandated facemask and may have to pay a fine or go to jail, a prospect that gives me communism PTSD. Virginia has gone beyond socialism, it is on its way to a tyrannical communist government ruled by the Democrat Party.
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