in previous posts, i've mentioned that i live right on the edge of a chunk of the hugest public works project in modern history. for now we'll leave aside the scandals and how the sky is falling, and talk about all the holes in the ground.
yesterday, i ran errands in the morning and couldn't help but notice lots of bomb squad guys. and their sniffing dogs. and special trucks. similar severe-faced jack-boots were at my local train stop. maybe i've had this tinfoil hat on too long, but that kinda thing doesn't make me feel *safe*. i never think they're preventing or deterring anything, instead it makes me think there is something potentially awful going on about which i have not been informed.
years ago, my then-backyard abutted that of a bomb squad officer. weekends starting at 8:00 a.m., weather permitting, he played the bagpipes on his back deck for several hours. sure, in abstract that may sound charming, but not so much after only 2 or 3 hours of drunkus-interruptus. (some may call it sleep, but back then it was more of the former...) every now and again, he and a few cop buddies would drink beer and smoke and talk softly late into the night. his house was used as a set for a terrible movie, so i did get to see lloyd bridges, jeff bridges and forest whittaker have a spitting contest off that deck.
back then, bomb threats were rare. the occasional pipe bomb, or some mob guy's cadillac got blown. i think most of us have a very different perspective on possible explosions these days.
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