On the road with Robbie, Rush and Caroline
Wednesday, December 31st, 2008By Kevin Woster
Wandering around the Black Hills foothills yesterday in search of open water and mallard drakes, I was alternating between a Robbie Fulks CD, NPR and the AM screamers.
Talk about tri-polar, huh?
But as I munched a delightful mushroom-and-swiss-burger special picked up at the State Line station at Beulah, where - the clerk says - they still sell 600 cartons of cigarettes a week to tax-disaffected South Dakota smokers, I sat in the truck on a ridge overlooking some awfully nice landscape and listened to a Rush Limbaugh stand-in.
He was making fun of Caroline Kennedy’s “uhs” and “ums” and “ahs” in typically unkind and accessive (and, uh, excessive) ways.
But I have to say, I’ve been underwhelming by JFK’s daughter when I’ve heard her speak and, especially, when she has tried to answer questions from reporters.
She just doesn’t seem to have much to say. And what she does have to say she doesn’t say very well.
Not that you can’t be a fine U.S. senator without being interesting and articulate. But I’m surprised that somebody with those genes, that family history and that education isn’t more impressive.



