Nov 23, 2022·edited Nov 23, 2022Liked by Daniel McAdams
Thanks Daniel. My commute story. Back in 1966 I worked in NW DC and lived on Lee Hwy in Falls Church. It was an early dark cold morning. I boarded a commute bus paying no attention to the bus number. Immediately I felt I had entered the Twilight Zone. Usually my commute bus is full of smiling, laughing, brightly dressed, and perfumed commuters. I was greeted by a bus load of silent drab dressed mournful workers. I sat quietly comprehending the 'Zone'. I assumed all busses go to DC. When the bus did not cross Key bridge in Arlington I knew something strange was happening. Finally the bus pulled up at the Pentagon and everyone but me got off. The driver said he was headed across the 14th street bridge into DC and I was welcomed to join him. So I did.
Seriously? What a sad vision of humanity! No talking -- you sound like a parody of a Pentagon fascist.
Years ago, we participated in a similar ride sharing opportunity on the commute between the east bay and downtown SF during bay bridge reconstruction. Of course we were always politiely chatting and entertaining with the other riders -- be they drivers or passengers -- and met so many cool folks. Some of which are still friends today.
You are an amazing gentleman. God bless you and hold you in His keeping. Amen. One day we will live in a free country. But it is not this day. Much work remains. G'night.
I have witnessed DC as a resident. The ebb and flow of the massive size of the feral government. Anyone who has witnessed this place should openly laugh at the ideas of worrying about the carbon footprint of others.
Beautifully written. What a life you've led so far! Also, I would not want farters in my car!
Thanks Daniel. My commute story. Back in 1966 I worked in NW DC and lived on Lee Hwy in Falls Church. It was an early dark cold morning. I boarded a commute bus paying no attention to the bus number. Immediately I felt I had entered the Twilight Zone. Usually my commute bus is full of smiling, laughing, brightly dressed, and perfumed commuters. I was greeted by a bus load of silent drab dressed mournful workers. I sat quietly comprehending the 'Zone'. I assumed all busses go to DC. When the bus did not cross Key bridge in Arlington I knew something strange was happening. Finally the bus pulled up at the Pentagon and everyone but me got off. The driver said he was headed across the 14th street bridge into DC and I was welcomed to join him. So I did.
Seriously? What a sad vision of humanity! No talking -- you sound like a parody of a Pentagon fascist.
Years ago, we participated in a similar ride sharing opportunity on the commute between the east bay and downtown SF during bay bridge reconstruction. Of course we were always politiely chatting and entertaining with the other riders -- be they drivers or passengers -- and met so many cool folks. Some of which are still friends today.
Well said. Thank you Daniel.
You are an amazing gentleman. God bless you and hold you in His keeping. Amen. One day we will live in a free country. But it is not this day. Much work remains. G'night.
excellent story, Daniel!!!
I have witnessed DC as a resident. The ebb and flow of the massive size of the feral government. Anyone who has witnessed this place should openly laugh at the ideas of worrying about the carbon footprint of others.
Nobody who works at the Pentagon knows anyone else who works at the Pentagon who lives within walking distance of where they do?
Wow! What a gripping cliff hanger!