Last time I headed west it was by covered wagon. The only masks were worn by the guys who stole our chickens.

This time I traveled by plane. A few of us wore masks, but the only chicken was cut up and mixed in with pasta and a nice sauce.

To get to and from the places where they store the planes, airports I think, I leapt into the 21st century by opening Lyft and Curb accounts. But I still haven’t seen Gone with the Wind, having skipped right over the 20th century.

My destination was Coronado, whose visitor website says it’s an island, despite the fact that it’s connected to San Diego County by the Silver Strand, which may or may not be the home of the Silver Surfer, but is the home of the Naval Amphibious Base Coronado, which, I can tell you now from personal appearance, doesn’t really appreciate strangers standing by the gate peering in. But no arrests were made.