THE JAG FILE
MASKS AT SHOWS. THIS, TOO, SHALL PASS.
“Kids,” my Dad said from behind the checkout counter of our grocery store back around 1972, “Didn’t you see the sign on the door?” He was pointing to a nicely printed sign taped right above the push handle that declared, “No shirt, no shoes, no service.” Dutifully, the three would-be entrants turned around and put on tee-shirts before entering the store.
No harm, no foul. No kick-back or tantrums about “infringed upon rights.”
I didn’t
