IÂ flew out toÂ Manhattan over the weekend, and it symbolized a lot that was difficult aboutÂ America’s war on terrorism.
For instance, when I arrived at the US Airways ticket desk, I found that my name was on the ‘no board’ list andÂ was told that I need to come extra-early to the airportÂ to go through extra check-in. What a complete shock. Someone with my name was on the No Board List?
Now, I happen to know that there are a lot of JohnÂ Littles out there, and most of them are pretty good guys – but, I also know that there are a coupleÂ John Littles thatÂ should never be allowed to board ANY public transport.
An embarrassment to the name, I tell you.
But, the idea that moi would actually beÂ suspected of being a threat to public safety… Well, it was utterly ridiculous, which hasÂ its own appeal. (I think thatÂ y’all have figured out that I LOVE the ridiculous.)
Anyway, that was the flight out. Saturday.
As I always do whenever I travel, I spent a lot of time walking. I got a chance to see Chinatown, the Strand Bookstore, and Ground Zero.
It’s hard to reallyÂ picture what it must have been like during,Â and after, the fall of theÂ World Trade Center. All that you can see now is a pit and construction equipment. And, you hafta look through holes in the fenceÂ to see even THAT.
I was told thatÂ the reason why it is STILL a pit is that no one really knows what to do with it. Oh, plans have been bandied about. There’ve been speeches, hand wavings and beatings of chest – butÂ nothing has been done.
That sounds an awful lot like our ‘War on Terrorism’. There’ve been a lot of speeches. The hand wavings and beatings of chest have been impressive. The plans are enormous and comprehensive.Â But…
It’sÂ STILL a pit, and no one really knows what to do with it.
Well, that was Saturday.Â
On Sunday, IÂ had an H & H Bagel from THE H & H Bagel shop,Â saw Central Park,Â attended a Mandarin-speakingÂ church service,Â and flew home. It was a truly incredible weekend (um… forÂ more reasons than the above).
On the way back, IÂ arrived at the airport earlyÂ because I wasÂ a dangerous manÂ on the NoÂ Board List. I asked the ticketingÂ clerk aboutÂ my appearance on theÂ aforesaid list, only to find out thatÂ I’ve been singled out for attention because two otherÂ people with my lastÂ name are on the list. There isn’t anyone named John Little there. I guessÂ we John Littles just aren’t dangerous enough.