Tonawanda News — Even the time-stands-still moments, the eagerly anticipated presidential debates, the night of New York City’s ruinous flood, the Saturday project actually completed before Sunday, can leave one with a been-there-done-that feeling. Put a checkmark next to it, then it’s off to the next thing on the list.
Compare those matters to the mercifully concluding political campaign season. It has been interminable, and reaches its presumed crescendo this weekend. Mr. Romney has been battling the Bachmanns and Gingriches since last year (anyone remember Herman Cain?); in some states, voting has been ongoing for weeks. If the electorate wants less of it, why do candidates provide more of it? Isn’t angering voters a bad thing to do?
I can chalk my time crunch off to an inexhaustible lust for life, a ravenous style that places me, informed, erudite and knowledgeable, in the center of everything I care about. By extension, it makes me a happening and fascinating guy.
Nah. Too many things these days are like the pop music charts or the Playmate of the Month. Wait a while and someone new takes the place of someone who’s, suddenly, so 20 minutes ago. Here today ... gone today.
Time stood still in one instance, earlier this week. Tuesday, the day after the hurricane hit the coast, I ventured onto the newspaper website of the Newark Star-Ledger, in the spirit of keeping up with current events.
The website told me what New Jersey could expect in the deluge. Tuesday evening, and I was reading Sunday’s news. Right, the website had not been updated; it’s likely the newspaper did not even print, so I went looking for news and found some eerie history, the Internet version of finding an old diary in the attic.