Driving home last night, I was overcome with the sights and sounds of neighborhood kids and parents playing "kick the can," a group of young men playing soccer and intergenerational groups grilling at Minnehaha Park. It all seemed so normal, but it felt new and easy, and it was so beautiful.
Thank you, residents of Minnesota and the city of Minneapolis for getting vaccinated in such large numbers. We have all been given back the priceless gift of being together.
Liz Strom Knutson, Minneapolis
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So I walk into my dentist's office, ready for a cleaning. Everyone I see is masked, as am I. I fill out the required form stating that I have no COVID symptoms, have been fully vaccinated and haven't been out of the country in the last few weeks (years, really). I meet a new hygienist and settle into the chair. We chat in the limited way possible with her hands in my mouth. It's April 2021, we both declare that we've gotten through the COVID months safely. We've been vaccinated, I say, have you?
"Oh, no," she says. "I don't believe in that stuff. I take hydroxychloroquine."
I am stunned. I ask to see the dentist. When he comes in, I notice that he is tightly masked and that the hygienist's blue paper mask is only loosely worn. I convey to him my distress that I was not told that the hygienist has not been vaccinated.
"That's her choice," he says. The conversation is brief, and he conveys no concern for me. I get out of the chair and leave.