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Stumpage Reports
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Friday, March 14, 2003 :::
Wandering the Federal Job Web: or, The South Won't Rise Again On My Watch
Today I was wandering the tangle of federal job listings on the internet. I was mostly checking out civilian employment with different branches of the armed forces. While I was there, I wandered over to the CIA and the State Department web sites. I figured if they had a couple historians on their staff, maybe this country wouldn't be in the mess it is now. Of course, they are looking for Arabic speakers, and Mideast and Asia experts. Nothing for 19th and 18th century American historians.
I was thinking though, I could keep my eye on the South for them. All that talk about rising again and everything. The government could put me up in a house along the Battery in Charleston, SC. I could make sure the locals do not try and fortify the batteries ringing Fort Sumter. I've studied a lot about the decades leading to the Civil War and I'm sure I could recognize the signs again. I could keep an eye on C-Span to watch for any northern congressmen being caned. I'd even be willing to go to Richmond, Virginia once in awhile and check out Jefferson Davis's grave at Hollywood Cemetery and make sure there isn't any Boys From Brazil action going on.
I could guarantee the south wouldn't rise again on my watch.
Quote of the Day:
The old woman was nothing special. She was one of the nameless ones that hardly any one knows, but she got into my thoughts. I have just suddenly now, after all these years, remembered her and what happened. It is a story. Her name was Grimes, and she lived with her husband and son in a small unpainted house on the bank of a small creek four miles from town.
--- Sherwood Anderson, Death in the Woods, 1933.
::: posted by tom at 9:43 PM
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