White House Terror
Why is it that, in this vast blue orb of Earth, whenever some son of Adam does something truly bone-headed, he turns out to be From Around Here?
The pilot who sashayed into restricted air space over the capital today and sent hordes of tourists screaming in terror down Pennsylvania Avenue?
Yup. From Around Here. The dreaded FAH syndrome. What is it about Lancaster County people? We get one president. Just one. James Buchanan -- my wife helps preserve his house out on Marietta Avenue -- and what happens? The furshlugginer country falls apart while he's watching it.
I'm afraid I can't tell you much more at this point about Wrong Way Stoltzfus. Just jokes. It might have been the work of the Mennonite Al Qaida, though the plane definitely was NOT horse-drawn (despite CNN reports). Did Jakey al-Zarqawi have a hand in it? Was the Cesna packed with dangerous and explosive shoe-fly pie?
So much for blogs as a news source, eh?
Oh, and before this story broke, the guaranteed lead story in the paper tomorrow was the local minor league baseball team, which plays its first-ever home game in just a couple of hours. The team's name? The Lancaster Barnstormers. I am not making this up.
Smoketown, in addition to being the site of a rinky-dink airport, had a brief notoriety last summer thanks to the Smoketown Six, who dropped trou beside the road through that little village as President Bush was rolling through last summer. The ringleader of that stunt, novelist Tristan Egolf, recently committed suicide. We only crossed paths a few times, and I didn't care for his publicity stunt, but he was said to be a promising writer, and the death of one so young is a sad thing.
The pilot who sashayed into restricted air space over the capital today and sent hordes of tourists screaming in terror down Pennsylvania Avenue?
Yup. From Around Here. The dreaded FAH syndrome. What is it about Lancaster County people? We get one president. Just one. James Buchanan -- my wife helps preserve his house out on Marietta Avenue -- and what happens? The furshlugginer country falls apart while he's watching it.
I'm afraid I can't tell you much more at this point about Wrong Way Stoltzfus. Just jokes. It might have been the work of the Mennonite Al Qaida, though the plane definitely was NOT horse-drawn (despite CNN reports). Did Jakey al-Zarqawi have a hand in it? Was the Cesna packed with dangerous and explosive shoe-fly pie?
So much for blogs as a news source, eh?
Oh, and before this story broke, the guaranteed lead story in the paper tomorrow was the local minor league baseball team, which plays its first-ever home game in just a couple of hours. The team's name? The Lancaster Barnstormers. I am not making this up.
Smoketown, in addition to being the site of a rinky-dink airport, had a brief notoriety last summer thanks to the Smoketown Six, who dropped trou beside the road through that little village as President Bush was rolling through last summer. The ringleader of that stunt, novelist Tristan Egolf, recently committed suicide. We only crossed paths a few times, and I didn't care for his publicity stunt, but he was said to be a promising writer, and the death of one so young is a sad thing.
