Within minutes of entering a King Soopers in the southwest suburbs the other day, I spotted two men without the face coverings necessitated for so long by the COVID-19 pandemic and required by the store. One was an elderly fellow wandering through the produce section on what appeared to be a futile search for a random vegetable he couldn't find or possibly even recognize. The other was a strapping, broad-shouldered dude in his thirties dressed from head to toe in camouflage who made eye contact with masked shoppers while invading their space. His expression was somewhere between a half-smile and a smirk.