...and his name was Kennedy too:

When we heard the sound of the garbage man's rattling truck coming down the alley, Mom would call to us..."Get the garbage out...here comes Kennedy!"

As my Great Aunt Berta says after perusing the Atlantic piece..."This is one fine expose; and surely too many of us were duped again; sucked in by Camelot and the Barb and Ken beautiful people image at the time. Recapturing some of the 'attributes' of old man Kennedy one wants to say also; like...

No thanks to the Army, the Corps of Engineers etc...how many agencies were involved in sloppy denial or careless ignorance, and should be noted in bold letters...

...that after fifty years "the barrels are back in the news because the Red Cliff Band of Lake Superior Chippewa" reopened the issue and exposed those results plus more to come; what should have a few heads rolling, made accountable after fifty years but probably a few died since that time by cancer or by natural means,...

Growing up Catholic has obsessed more writers trying to reach some stage of realization Who-am-I. after how many years of walking out of those church-embraced confessionals?

The tie that binds: Protestants, walking out of church basements, are a rarer breed among the pen and ink crowd. Too often they go half-way and become humorists tickling the conscience of a few...Garrison K's folk tales are embedded with past, protestantism laced with fundamentalism?

Then again there is...

Sing no holy hosannas for Hannah Whomever; or anyone's cherished-part-time, well endowed Nana sucking on tea biscuits in her Floridian cabana until they are too hot too handle... and then heading back home expecting a free ride sans taxes?

Here or there, one must pay the taxes wherever one relaxes; two homes or one,eh?

So much for the non-success of that greater footprint; a time-warp tidbit from The Center For the American Experiment and its ultra conservative policies...