You can't lose what you never won
All right, Boston-type people who care about film noir. Every Monday from mid-March through late May, the Somerville Theatre will be running a noir double feature as part of their repertory series Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid. It is an enticing selection of classics and deep cuts of which I have seen all but four features, but the $64,000 question is whether I will able to see, at last, on 35 mm at the size it deserves, the superlative queerness of Johnny Eager (1942), whether I chase it or not a month later with the slant companion of I Walk Alone (1947). Pre-2020, I would have parked myself in the balcony for more than half of this series, but I have spent four years dedicatedly avoiding extended stints in the company of strangers and I am not quite ready to trust the CDC as to the common-cold negligibility of the persistent plague. On the other hand, which almost certainly has a drink and a half-chain-smoked cigarette in it, there are few characters even in noir whom I love like Van Heflin's Jeff Hartnett, a man who can slouch even flat on his back and misquote most of the Western canon while he's doing it. "Mr. Freud, take a letter." I am beginning to feel slightly stalked by Sorry, Wrong Number (1948).

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Would you feel okay to go if you were well masked?
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*hugs*
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All that to say...in 4 years I have gotten COVID twice, and both times it was because one of my children brought it home, and I caught it before we knew they were sick. (They are some of the very few kids who still mask in their VERY large schools - 1000 kids at one, and 1700 kids at the other. But they still have to eat lunch every day. And still they have each only gotten it once. I'm the mother...the one who takes care of them.)
So, I don't know if that helps you, but in 4 years, I have never gotten it from a place where I was masked.
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