I'D RATHER HAVE KEVIN BACON

     In 1993 the movie, Six Degrees of Separation was released. It has become iconic. 
     Yesterday we were asked to maintain six feet of separation. It has become ironic.
     The movie starred Kevin Bacon as the centrepoint, the current separation has Covid 19 as its focus.
     Kevin Bacon's inspirational acting, Donald Trumps incompetent handling of the Corona virus. Hmmmm, I prefer Bacon.

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