Where's Wally in the Rose Garden?

I know that things are different in America and that the rule of 6 doesn't apply, but it seems strange to now look at this photograph of the Rose Garden in the White House around a day before the plague struck. There are so many significant people at this three-ring circus waiting to see the big man with the lasso tricks.

There are a few face masks around, but not that many. It seems odd that the White House claims to have a super-duper screening system, with everyone entering the campus fast-track tested and then temperature scanned before they meet the man who invents the truth.   

A winning smile can, perhaps, get one past the screening without such a problem, and the use of a helicopter is a great way to super-spread the virus around.

In my last bit of dystopian novel writing, I included an outbreak of the Mar-a-Lago virus, maybe I should have called it Rose Garden?