As I write this from Colorado on the eve of the U.S. presidential election, I wonder, 'Who are we? What kind of people do we want to be, what kind of society?' Of course, there is not much of a collective 'we' in the United States these days -rather, there are many: the country is more polarised than ever, and not only with respect to our divergent newsfeeds, though these are tied to and reinforce many other divides (cf. Elias and Hmielowski 2020). People in this country are deeply divided on many entangled issues: environment, economy, immigration, race, and of course, the COVID-19 pandemic.On a short walk around the neighbourhood yesterday evening, I had the opportunity to converse briefly with two people. One was sitting in his front yard, watching his young daughter, who was dressed up for Hallowe'en, playing. The pair were poised to greet -from afar -trick-or-treaters on this most unusual of Hallowe'ens. Thoughtfully, they had packed and carefully lined up 50 small bags of treats on the low rock wall at the edge of their property, bordering the sidewalk. My husband and I waved hello, admiring the display. The girl's father returned the wave, explaining that they wanted to offer something for Hallowe'en in this pandemic-ridden year, to provide a safe opportunity for kids to trick-or-treat. This way, he noted, children could grab a bag without touching any of the other bags, and at a safe distance from others. It was an effort to salvage a holiday from the ravages of pandemic, even as the prevalence of the disease in our state and county were on the rise. If only people would just take some basic precautions, the man lamented, things could be so much better. We thanked the two of them for their efforts and continued on our way.A block later, we turned a corner, onto the street where we live. From the open door of a home about halfway down the block, we could hear a buzz of voices. Glancing over as we passed the house, we saw more than a dozen people gathered, maskless, socialising in close quarters. In a bid to curb the exponential rise in COVID-19 diagnoses, the state had recently mandated that personal gatherings be limited to 10 people from no more than two households. As we continued down the block, a middle-aged couple stepped out of their parked car and onto the sidewalk. We pulled up our masks and moved to the side to give the couple more space to pass. As they walked by, one of the pair spoke up, 'We're not wearing masks', he said pointedly, apparently irritated. 'Why not?' My husband asked. 'Bad math and bad science', the man retorted, with an edge in his voice. We kept walking.It was hard to digest the man's anger. I understand the frustration of a pandemic that continues for months on end. I understand the sadness of being unable to visit ageing parents. And I understand the disappointment of children -including my own -for whom 'school' means logging into a computer at 8:30 in the morning and logging off only briefly at 4, before returning to the screen to complete the assigned homework for the day...