Masked Man By Hank Silverberg I had to fill my gas tank the other day. It was only the second time in three months, since I have not been going anywhere but the supermarket. W hen I walked into the convenience store to pay, wearing a mask and a hooded black sweatshirt (it was drizzling), I looked like a bank robber. I confess I don't like wearing a mask. I have three of them now, all different colors and different materials, and not one of them is very comfortable. There's a homemade mask with superheros on it, passed on from a friend of my daughter. There's a funny colored green one sent for each of us by my wife's health insurer. And there's a black one I ordered from a Nevada-based company which to my dismay, turned out to be made in China! But I wear them. Why? BECAUSE THAT, along with washing your hands often, IS WHAT THE MEDICAL EXPERTS SAY IS THE BEST WAY TO PREVENT THE SPREAD OF THE CORONA VIRUS. I am not just protecting myself, but also all the p