Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Just a test
Fear not, I'm just going thru some layout updates. Blogger has pulled me kicking and screaming into their new interface.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Escape from Walker's Point
I have recently twice had reason to enter the grounds of the Bush compound at Walker's Point in Kennebunkport. The first time was last week, and the second today. Let's just say I am a service tech for a company of whom Bush the elder is a customer.
The funny thing about it is that, about fifteen years ago, I was a protestor near the grounds of Walker's Point, along with my friends of the long-defunct Shebang Street Theatre. At the time, Rabin was visiting the then-president. It seemed funny to now see the situation from the inside as preparations were being made for Putin. I wondered if they still had video clips of me and my fellow protestors from so long ago. If they did, they hadn't put it through any facial recognition scanners, apparently. Or I've aged incredibly poorly.
I actually got a surprize personal meeting with the elder Bush last week. I never voted for him, nor his son, but in the brief few moments of interaction with him, I perceived a genuinely kind, intelligent and decent human being. As he came back through the area a few minutes later, he actually gave my shoulder a little punch.
No, politics did not come up.
The funniest part of the day came as I was trying to leave the compound. My vehicle had been parked in by some others. After trying to go up a dead-end driveway to a little bungalow that I quite mistakenly hoped might have a turnabout, I had to execute a seventy-seven point turn to get out. Just as I thought I was in the clear, a Secret Service agent approached and demanded, "Hey, what are you doing?!!" He looked somewhat like the red-headed agent on 24.
Sensing I might be in some kind of trouble, I calmly stated that I had been servicing a unit, and was now leaving. I felt he might believe me, since my company's name is emblazoned across three sides of my vehicle.
"The one in this building?" he barked.
"No, the one in the next building over."
Now his demeanor melted a bit, to let me know he'd been having some fun with me. "Well, we've been having some troubles with the one here, too. Would you mind having a look?"
After changing into fresh undies, I did.
Peace,
Tor
The funny thing about it is that, about fifteen years ago, I was a protestor near the grounds of Walker's Point, along with my friends of the long-defunct Shebang Street Theatre. At the time, Rabin was visiting the then-president. It seemed funny to now see the situation from the inside as preparations were being made for Putin. I wondered if they still had video clips of me and my fellow protestors from so long ago. If they did, they hadn't put it through any facial recognition scanners, apparently. Or I've aged incredibly poorly.
I actually got a surprize personal meeting with the elder Bush last week. I never voted for him, nor his son, but in the brief few moments of interaction with him, I perceived a genuinely kind, intelligent and decent human being. As he came back through the area a few minutes later, he actually gave my shoulder a little punch.
No, politics did not come up.
The funniest part of the day came as I was trying to leave the compound. My vehicle had been parked in by some others. After trying to go up a dead-end driveway to a little bungalow that I quite mistakenly hoped might have a turnabout, I had to execute a seventy-seven point turn to get out. Just as I thought I was in the clear, a Secret Service agent approached and demanded, "Hey, what are you doing?!!" He looked somewhat like the red-headed agent on 24.
Sensing I might be in some kind of trouble, I calmly stated that I had been servicing a unit, and was now leaving. I felt he might believe me, since my company's name is emblazoned across three sides of my vehicle.
"The one in this building?" he barked.
"No, the one in the next building over."
Now his demeanor melted a bit, to let me know he'd been having some fun with me. "Well, we've been having some troubles with the one here, too. Would you mind having a look?"
After changing into fresh undies, I did.
Peace,
Tor
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