Minor Confusion


Sitting in a quaint mom and pop truck stop in I-dunno-the-name-of-this-town, IL, I felt bad about not eating well last night and so assuaged my guilt tonight with hot apple pie and ice cream. After some thought, I remembered which state I slept in last night, but I couldn’t tell you about the previous nights. That’s one of oddities of this line of work; the days become a blur of activity where places and faces merge together in a constant stream. Averaging around 2,700 miles per week, certain events are etched in my memory, but I can’t always tell you where they happened. I’ve awakened in the morning and been unsure of which state I’m in, other than the state of confusion, I mean.

But even in that fog of highways, cities, country side, I know one thing for certain. I know that I did not serve in Vietnam, which sends any political aspirations I might have had in Connecticut down in flames. In fact, looking at the headlines today (the President’s approval numbers tanking even as Gov Deval Patrick says that those who disagree with Obama are coming close to sedition, while Patrick Kennedy says that Arizona’s attempt to secure its own border violates the spirit of the Constitution), suddenly my own confusion seems minor. In fact, compared with the general confusion many of our politicians display, even Chicago traffic makes sense! Back to the apple pie…

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  1. Member

    Dave, if you saved your source documents and compiled an expanded chronology of each trip like you did in the Air Force, you could keep track of such things. (It’ll probably still take six months to get the commander’s signature on it though.) From one AF historian to another, thanks for your service!

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    • May 25, 2010 at 5:19 am
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    Dave, that’s so interesting about the blur of traveling so many miles in a short period of time. It makes sense.

    Michael Savage quote…”A man once defined hell as a place where there is no reason.” I think your geographic confusion is a product of a healthy mind. Your political confusion is because that same healthy mind with a sense of reason is in hell. With me. 🙂

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    • May 25, 2010 at 7:11 am
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    I know what you mean. We took a month long road trip, best of our lives, as a family a decade ago. The kids were in their twenties, so it was a big deal. Mostly went to baseball stadiums, with a couple of family functions thrown in. We would decide how far we were going to drive about midday, then locate a cheap hotel for the night, or maybe two nights. Drive, go to a baseball game stay in a Red Roof or some such, get up and drive some more. Best trip we ever ha

    The drive back home, to Seattle was a bit different. We dropped the kids of at LaGuardia airport and the wife and I headed home, through St. Louis and Kansas City for a couple more ball games. The trip from NYC to Seattle only took 3 days, as we were traveled out, and didn’t want to dally. We arrived back home on a Thursday evening and the next day attended a Seattle Mariners ball game. It was a good game I guess, but going back to the house from downtown we were 16 miles PAST our exit before we realized it.

    Those interstates..they pretty much look the same, and are hypnotizing .

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    • May 25, 2010 at 7:34 am
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    You do honest work, that puts you head and shoulders above the pols you mentioned in your post.

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    • May 25, 2010 at 8:34 am
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    Oleneo65… amen.

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    • May 25, 2010 at 9:23 am
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    Dave Carter Post author

    Olneo65 and PatrickF, thanks for the kudos. I’ll take all I can get. Andrea, I agree on the quote from Michael Savage observing that perhaps, “…hell is a place where there is no reason.” Under that definition, Dante would perhaps have added that the inner most circle would be found inside the DC beltway, yes?

    And to my new friend and fellow Air Force Historian Brady, I’m keeping the source documents right here in the truck. The beauty of writing for Ricochet, as I’m sure you will understand, is that my work isn’t staffed through a puzzle palace of agencies, directorates, execs, ad nauseum. Ever had something edited so much that after awhile, the boss is editing his own edits, complete with snide remarks in the margin,… remarks he is making about some HE wrote weeks earlier? Garsh I miss that stuff.

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    • May 25, 2010 at 9:36 am
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    Dave and Brady, it’s fun to hear your supplemental snippets about life in the Air Force.

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    • May 25, 2010 at 10:28 am
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    Great perspective on the days news, thanks. I just hope more smart folks like Gov Patrick and Pat Kennedy speak up as it only helps point out the absurdity of the so many other arguments that are more nuanced.

    Reading that you sometimes wake up not knowing what State you are in, I wondered if you have to fire up the GPS to find out? Sounds like me, maybe its a retired military thing. (I’m looking for excuses that I can be proud of)

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    • May 25, 2010 at 10:38 am
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