
This really isn’t a CIDU, of course, but it’s a callback to the old joke, “How do I get to Carnegie Hall?” “Practice!”
Long, long ago–probably 1990 or earlier–I was at a gas station in Stewart, NY, filling a rental car before returning it. A civilian Jeep with two young, buff dudes pulled up and the one guy yelled, “Hey, buddy, do you know how to get to West Point?”
I briefly considered telling him, “Join the Army!” but then realized that there were decent odds that that would result in someone finding my body behind the building, so just told him “I’m afraid not, I’m not a local.”
Would have been funny, though!






































