In which our intrepid hero rejects Cary Grant and goes south by southwest…
For the past 18 years I have had to travel quite a bit for work, typically training law enforcement officers, prosecutors or judges in some part of the country (or, rarely, abroad). These travels have taken me to 46 of the 50 states and, were it not for incidents such as breaking an ankle, I would have visited 49 of the 50 states by now. Because of those facts, many people think that I get to see far more than I get to see. “Wow,” is a typical comment, “You’ve really seen every corner of the country.” But this is work travel, not vacation travel. It turns out that the Jackson, Mississippi, airport looks a lot like many other airports and the Hilton hotel conference center in Yellow Snow, North Dakota, is amazingly similar to the Marriott hotel conference center in Asscrack, Alabama. I’ve been to Arizona many times, for example. Have I ever seen the Grand Canyon? Not on your life. Moreover, when I travel for work I am not even of the mindset that wants to go do a touristy thing. My overwhelming desire is to get in, do what I need to do, and get back home.
Unearthed Ohio 