FLYING HOME
Thursday rain fell on the paperback
romances I bought for my flight from Bismarck, as I
dashed from the convenience store back to our stolen
rental car. Several excellent novels awaited my
attention in my bag. But for now all I wanted was
escape. Not to think for a while. Not to feel. Just
to dull the outside world until I could get home.
* * *
Once a month, I travel for my job. At
least, we try to keep it to that. I, along with two
or three colleagues, audit public drinking water
programs run by the states, to see how well they=re
complying with EPA guidelines. We survey 10-12
states every year, but often the schedule gets
compressed and we end up with a couple of states in
one month. Last June I spent a week in Salt Lake
City, got back home late Friday night, and left
again Sunday morning for a week in Topeka. That gets
difficult to do because I start to mix the states
up. By Thursday in Topeka, I was beginning to forget
if Kansas or Utah waives testing for certain
pesticides in the water and if it was Utah or Kansas
that requires an extra sample for bacteriologicals.
This was after Wisconsin in April and Massachusetts
in May. Then we went on to do Louisiana in July and
Georgia in August. And North Dakota in September.