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Travel, masks and donuts

Friends,

My first flight of the pandemic era put a lot of emphasis on face masks. While continuous mask usage can be taxing, I must admit eating and drinking were a particular challenge. That said, putting on your face mask between bites and sips (as advised) had the added benefit of serving as a napkin (flavor saver!). For what it’s worth, I highly advise removing your mask towards your chin. I found out the hard way that removing it upward results in a blindfold which adds a degree of difficulty to that bite or sip you’re trying to take. Of particular concern was the mid-flight announcement that “refusal to wear a mask may result in removal from the plane” —talk about a harsh face mask penalty! Granted, it may have been a recording, and they may have also made this remark prior to take-off, however, it seemed like a particularly ominous threat at 10,000 feet (do offenders at least get a parachute as part of the ordeal?). Finally, it seems personal alcohol is no longer allowed —ironic given all the hand sanitizer folks carry around these days. With all these changes, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that the Bermuda tourism ministry was emboldened to turn the “A” in their logo into a triangle — the pandemic has made this once horrifying reference to crashing planes and missing vessels feel like a quaint superstition, a relic of a simpler time. Fortunately, personal donuts are still allowed and you don’t have to put on a mask between bites (unless, of course, that’s how you like it).



Happy Friday!

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