A lot of conversation of late about a man-child wearing a hoodie, who found himself in the right place at the wrong time. His life ended, and began a trial. The trial ended, and began trials and tribulations.

Five days ago, I wrote a six about The Grim Reaper. A hooded figure. The following day, I wrote a six about Jesus of Nazareth. A hooded figure. Thankfully, very few of us are like the grim chap. Alas, very few – if any – are like the \"good reaper\". The great majority of us are like the man-child. An imperfect human being, just trying, as someone once said, to get along. But upon the man-child's death, he was put on a cross. For some of our sins to bear.

Hoodies are comfortable. I wear one regularly in winter. Snug as the proverbial bug in a rug. But I have to be mindful of the hood, lest it slip over my eyes and hamper my vision. Moreover, if my eyes become hidden, other eyes become fearful. Hoodwinked, as it were.

So, let us indeed have a conversation. A conversation about FACE. Let's take a look under the hood. And learn more about each other . . . and ourselves.