Now southerners are sitting in traffic — and that’s a good thing.
It was a Capitol Hill press spokesman job for a conservative Florida Congressman that got me to Washington, D.C. in 1982, where I contracted no Potomac Fever whatever. JFK was right when he described Washington as a city of Southern efficiency and Northern charm — and I was there for the good years when the Gipper was dozing in the White House and it appeared the nation was returning to some semblance of sanity.
I’ve never seen so many people per square yard as in that bloated company town. Self-importance is pandemic there. To those who asked about my D.C. experiences on my return to Planet Earth, I replied, “I’d like to buy those people up there for what they’re worth and sell them for what they think they’re worth.”
