Pastor’s Memo…    "Who was that masked man?"  Those of us who grew up in the late fifties and through the sixties know who he was.  He was the Lone Ranger.  He and his faithful friend, Tonto, rode through the West bringing law and order to the land.  Riding Silver and Scout they stood for right and justice and against the bad guys.  I will grant you the line between right and wrong was very easy to determine.  Everyone knew who was a miscreant and who was honest.  Simpler times, no doubt.  I will also admit that line hasn't ever only been clear.  In every life there are plenty shades of gray, and they way outnumber 50.  Life would be so much easier if every decision could be made by looking at a clearly marked line: this side is right, the other is wrong.  It has never been that simple.  It occurred to me, as I went to the bank this week, of a great irony.  I was greeted by a sign demanding I wear a mask to enter.  Just a few months ago it was absolutely impermissible to enter a bank with a hoodie or a face covering of any sort.  Some banks didn't even want it customers to wear a hat.  Being able to identify bank patrons who wanted to transact legal business made it necessary to be able to capture a picture of the customer.  Facial coverings made that very difficult to do.  Ergo, no masks, no large sun glasses, no hoodies.  COVID-19 has changed all that.  Masks are mandatory.  The Lone Ranger would be right at home in the American summer of A.D. 2020.  We may be in an unfamiliar and awkward season given COVID-19, but it won't last forever.  This Summer and the coming Fall.  Maybe even Christmas and beyond.  A new season free of the inconvenience of masks will surely come.  In the meantime, wear your mask in public.  Sanitize your hands often.  Maintain a safe distance always.  We'll beat this thing.  Of that, I am sure.