It is a story that is being followed worldwide. A Boeing 777 carrying 239 souls; missing. A desperate search by numerous countries; nothing. Questions in a multitude of dialects and tongues; few answers in any language. As someone put it, “So they can track my phone, but they can’t find a missing plane?”
It’s confounding. In an era of unprecedented technological advances, when images are beamed instantly from every part of the globe, how could this be? With spy satellites that can spot a case of fresh acne in Pittsburgh, it was inconceivable that a jetliner could disappear from earth’s face, undetected, unseen.
Theories about what happened have stacked up like planes over Atlanta. But that, for now, is all they are — theories. And so we’re left to wonder.
This whole thing has gotten me to thinking about government and what it can and cannot do. It was a trip, believe it or not, to first grade that nailed it.
It was the big review for Little Schrock. He’d come home with a list tucked squarely in his red backpack. “We’re reviewing our word wall words,” he’d said, and sure enough. In his sturdy, blue folder was a list of the 25 spelling words they’d memorized for the last five weeks.
“If you get all of these right,” I said, looking at my blue-eyed scholar in blue jeans, “I’ll come and have lunch with you.” He wriggled in excitement and set in to practicing his words.
The day the test came home, angels sang, trumpets blew and somewhere a choir sang. For on the paper, someone (a teacher) had written in ink, 25/25. A perfect score.
Armed with his favorites, chicken nuggets and barbecue sauce, I joined him at school for lunch. Sitting in the back on a cold, sloppy day, I listened as Teacher prepared her class for recess.