There have been a lot of post-apocalyptic movies made, ones where there's just one person or a tiny handful of humans left alive, for whatever reason. Those types of movies often have a scene where a solitary character walks through a city, or a mall, shouting out something like "Hello? Is there anybody out there? Hello?"
The smart money says Jackson was smart to get his money, but...
And that was the scene that popped into my head when I read about the new sign at the "William R. Fairchild International Airport" in Port Angeles. As signs go, it's a lonely cry for help in the wilderness. Perhaps a more truthful name would be the "William Redheaded Stepchild Irony Airport." And maybe actually put some quotes around the word "Airport," just to make it clear.
How weird is it to have a new sign now? How weird is it to have your "environmental specialist" announce this new sign? What does the Port's "environmental specialist" think of using urethane foam rather than wood? (And what do all the timber products people think about that?) And, uh, doesn't the Port have, I don't know, a marketing or publicity person who might be better suited to announcing this? This being the shiny new sign for an essentially non-functioning airport? Jackson Smart was smart to take the money and run, but that's the only smart on display here.
The PDN article on this ends on a typical supposed-to-be-hopeful-but-actually-meaningless note:
City and county officials have met with Kenmore executives to find ways for the business to resume service. A meeting in early December with Kenmore President Todd Banks was said to have been positive but inconclusive. The meeting ended with a consensus that representatives of the county's public and private agencies "need to get back together," said Jennifer States, director of business development for the Port of Port Angeles, then.
In other words, we need to get back together to save face, and possibly - maybe - find enough public funds to waste on a bribe - I mean supplement - to get Kenmore to come back.
This last part makes me think of these white trash kids without a pot to piss in who rent a limo for one night to party, and feel like they're royalty. They don't realize that that very activity only points out even more how desperately poor they are, how unworldly they are. Kind of like the white trash morons who run the Port, and don't seem to realize just how foolish and desperate their actions show them to be. Desperate, and desperately out of touch.