Right this moment, as I'm typing this, about 35,000 feet above the Atlantic ocean, there's a slender tube of thin sheets of metal painstakingly formed to take full advantage of Bernoulli's principles of fluid flow to resist the tug of gravity and fly from Houston, Texas to London, England. There are literally thousands of parts, and miles of wiring, all built by the lowest bidder and maintained by the finest unionized labor in the world and regulated by the world's most efficient government bureacracy. It's nothing really remarkable; it happens every night at this time.
The difference is that this time, my daughter is on board.
But I'm not worried.
She's flying in to London, and as we all know, London just got hit by the deadliest attack they've faced since WWII. Hundreds of innocent people, including a couple of little girls from Knoxville, TN were killed or wounded simply because they were taking the subway. The area is still considered dangerous enough that the US Army has placed the city off limits to soldiers stationed nearby.
But I'm not worried.
She's going to be spending two weeks with the family of a friend she made last semester at college. She'll get to see the sights, tour the city, maybe even see Stonehenge with her friend. His name is Matt.
OK, I am a little worried.
Posted by Rich at July 11, 2005 10:23 PM | TrackBackSir ... I would be v worried about the Stonehenge bit - why too many hippies & weirdos hang around there for any sane persons liking! I should know, I live just down the road - still us 'ere local lads find that hippies at 600 - 800 yrds, present a sporting challenge, if you are using an old Lee Enfield
Posted by: Mr Free Market on July 13, 2005 8:18 AM