by Robin Bagby
I’m sitting in the Roanoke airport waiting for my flight to Chicago. It’s late, and the word is it’s due to air traffic control. I foolishly thought that I didn’t need to worry about my flight on Feb. 28, as the dreaded sequester officially hit on March 1.
I have been thinking about the sequester. It seems to me that it might be a blessing in disguise. Our elected officials have so far been paralyzed (but that’s another discussion). The sequester was designed to be so odious that no one expected it to happen. But it did. And maybe it should have.
Bagby lives in Roanoke.