We can’t be naïve any longer

A young man calmly walks down the street in a small town. He looks like an average youth today. He has a hooded jacket on, pulled up over his head, hiding his face and is slightly slouched with a backpack strapped over his shoulders. He calmly walks into a financial institution and waits his turn to be waited on. It is November in Saskatchewan and although not a cold day, the facemask that partially covered his face does not alarm anyone. Customers finish their business in turn and the young man waits his turn to walk up to the counter…