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GARRISON KEILLOR
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Planes and purgatory: A day at the airport
A cabdriver picked me up outside the Waffle House in Little Rock last Sunday and said so sweetly, "I hope you enjoyed your breakfast" -- elongating the "joy" slightly and slurring the k in "breakfast" -- and I said yes, but honestly, I don't really associate breakfast with enjoyment. It's chow. It's a standardized meal meant to fortify you for the day's maneuvers and you square your shoulders and sit down and eat it. This particular breakfast was grits, eggs over easy, country ham, and biscuits with gravy, a meal that will fuel you right through five o'clock, but enjoyment?
Local governments take the initiative
The growth of federal power has been nearly inexorable in the last 75 years.
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