Archive - Nov 2009
Time flies like an arrow, Groucho Marx said, and fruit flies like a banana.
But seriously, folks: Where does the time go?
We often find ourselves asking that question, and no more frequently than this time of year — as the busy holiday season approaches and our New Year’s resolutions to have more free time fade like frost on a warming November morn.
Fifty years ago, when the futurists of the mid-20th century looked ahead to this age, they foresaw an America of people with delicious amounts of time on their hands.
During the first week of November, you’ll notice a difference between people who live in town and people who live in the country. Those of us out in the boonies invariably have a giant bowl of leftover Halloween candy on our counters, a harsh reminder that we can’t draw a good trick-or-treat crowd.
A friend was recently in town for a visit. He’d just returned from 20 months with the Peace Corps on the Caribbean island of St. Lucia. Before that he’d been a student at Middlebury College. And before that, he’d grown up in Kansas. Now the trees in St. Lucia don’t have a season for shedding leaves. College students are not required to do lawn care. And Kansas doesn’t have many trees — just prairies, yellow brick roads, and ’70s rock bands.
In four elections Tuesday, voters in Virginia, New Jersey, New York and California showed a strong bias for local and personal politics that had little ties to the national scene, though too many media pundits tried to make it seem like the tide was changing across the nation’s political landscape.
While headlines proclaimed that it “wasn’t 2008 anymore,” and that the Republican “sweep” was a warning to Democrats of things to come in the mid-term elections next year, we would hope most readers understand that the headlines serve the political pundits better than the public.