Since the hyped-up reaction to the crotch bomber seems to have no end, we have been treated to Joan Rivers being kept off a return flight from Costa Rica, somebody shutting down a California airport over three jars of honey, and on and on. Daily silliness. Today they evacuated Union Station in NYC for some false alarm.
So all the sudden it begins to sound oh-so-familiar. Post 9/11 2001 and I was writing at least a story a week about another search on a ferry or at a school cafeteria in Nowheresville, WA, searching for the elusive news about suspicious white powder (spilled sweetener).
One sheriff's deputy gave me a hard time after he was called out to some old lady's house because there was something in her driveway that wasn't supposed to be there. As she watched from behind the curtains, he picked up a copy of my employer's product, rolled in plastic, which had been delivered gratis that day in an attempt to increase subscriptions by giving away copies.
Why are we doing this? Balloon boy, where are you when we need you? And who's taking care of you while the folks are doing their time?
Please, attractive young blond girl,go missing.
We can't keep this up forever.
Oy.
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