We got out of the taxi in the middle of downtown and there was a promotional display in the plaza for a reshowing of a 1981 romcom. My brother made a comment about something “saving the media” as I rolled along in my wheelchair. Our father called at us from across the street as we were getting tickets to watch the new Tom Cruise movie. “Didn’t you want to watch it?” my dad asked with a mask over his head while he dragged my wheelchair. When we got to the ticket counter we were going to get a disabled ticket until we realized that they could only be bought in pairs (?) which made us hesitate about our decision. “Are you sure? It’s at a reduced price” someone said.