A father and his daughter walk down the street one fine blue skied Sunday morning. Shops are closed at mid-day. Birds chirp from the trees. Everything is deserted. A gust of wind kicks up tumbleweeds. They swirl amidst the dust and blow down the paved road. A rabbit hops across the street, stops, twitches its nose. The little girl pulls at her father’s arm. “Look, Daddy.” Her eyes follow the floppy ears and white tail as it darts under a…