On the Trail
So apparently what it takes to get me something to blog about is leaving town. I’m traveling today, and am currently sitting in a Crown Room in Atlanta’s Hartsfield International Airport. Sitting 100 feet due in front of me is John McCain.
For some reason, that has me very, very freaked out.
More once I’ve had a moment to collect my thoughts.
Also a beer.
31 January 2007, 7.48 pm
Make those airport hubs work for you, eh? What a thing to loom into one’s life. Remind me to tell you about meeting either Barbara Bush or Ed Meese.
31 January 2007, 8.45 pm
That is actually kind of cool. He might have picked up a few votes had he stayed off the phone. I suspect Bill Clinton would not have been on the phone.
1 February 2007, 12.53 pm
You know, I was telling someone last night that it took me a while to figure out why seeing McCain freaked me out so badly. He was actually much closer than 100 feet; more like 30, and dead in front of me. The weird part, though, was that he was ALONE. No flaks, no flunkies. No visible Secret Service, though I imagine they have to have been there somewhere. There’s something mighty weird about seeing such a figure sitting at a table alone.
Which Bill Clinton wouldn’t have been, either.