Saturday, July 25, 2009
Quay-lin
Dispatch from the cave. Thinking more about memory's unanticipated triggers...
On the road to the water park yesterday we passed one of my former abodes, an apartment where I lived for a year (not the luxury digs referenced previously, but a more cave-like efficiency in Hermitage, TN). It tripped memories of move-in night, August '88, when Dan Quayle's acceptance speech at the GOP convention was on in the background.
What I didn't know then was that I would one day come to think of him as the Sarah Palin of his time. Thank goodness she didn't get to become the Dan Quayle of hers. But I suppose she still aspires to be the next Dubya.
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