It's official! Jerry Ford's funeral has lasted longer than his presidency! Not really, but between dragging his carcass all over California, then dragging it all over Washington DC, and finally dragging it back here to Grand Rapids it has become the definition of interminable. Plant th carcass already and let's move on.
There was some concern on my part that the whole process might interfere with my homeward journey from work today. Jerry was due to touch down at his namesake airport at 2:45pm, then begin another journey to his final resting place. Unfortunately, the path he was to take was also my route home, and since I work by the airport, I was sure I would run into a blockade. You see, there was law enforcement placed at every on-ramp and overpass that stood between the airport and the Gerald Ford freeway. Every emergency access was blocked on the highway, in case, God forbid, Jerry should have to share the highway with common folk, or worse, terrorists should strike and make him deader than he already is.
But it appears the late Mr. Ford was late, so I was able to squeak by before they closed the highway down, and as I traveled, at every viaduct there were at least five to ten people standing in the cold to wait for Jerry's final motorcade to roll by one more time. The thing was, most of the people I saw didn't seem to have been old enough to have been born when Jerry was president (except the mullet headed guy in Cascade township with his flag stuck in the fence that separates his land from the highway), and seeing how mediocre Ford was as president, I can't see them having any affinity for the fellow.
I blame it on media hype. Even now as I type this, I hear news helicopters hovering overhead. For something as mundane as a funeral for someone as mundane as Ford, it sure has generated a lot of media coverage. I'll just be glad when it's all over.