...dozens of panicked media professionals wandering the streets of Crawford, searching in vain for alternative weeklies, gallery openings and Peruvian-Vietnamese tapa parlors, only to be met with blank stares and offers of free beer. The experience stunned many.Reminds me of the time we went to NYC. We were looking for an Allsup's to get some chimichangas and a 64 oz. Dr. Pepper, and all we could find was some dump charging $60 for a shriveled-up sirloin.
"I spent at least three hours yesterday hailing a cab, with no luck," noted Frank Bruni, the New York Times' White House correspondent. "I guess I'll just have to take the subway."
"I thought three years living in a rural backwater like Seattle, Washington would prepare me for the primitive conditions of Crawford," added visibly shaken Slate correspondent Bryan Curtis. "That was before I spent six straight mornings without a venti double mocha skim latte."
His eyes welling, Curtis described how he was forced to survive on 89-cent coffee from the Chevron Gas Mart.
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update: Blue Goldfish has a nice thoughtful commentary of the ideas in these posts.
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