Gov. Dannel Malloy’s proposal to finish Route 11 from Salem to New London (possibly in our lifetime) brings to mind one of the funniest, dumbest moments of my so-called career.
For the uninitiated, Route 11 is called “The Road to Nowhere.” The money ran out, so they stopped construction 8.3 miles from the end.
Rick: “I’m gonna string together all my mic cords. I’ll get in the helicopter, and we’ll shoot the standup with you on the ground as the helicopter takes off.”
Me (with the enthusiasm of a 5-year-old): “Yeah!”
Have you ever screamed at the top of your lungs and still been drowned out? Have you ever swallowed generous amounts of dust, dirt and small pebbles kicked up by a Bell Jet Ranger? And best of all, have you ever worn a nubby wool tie and clamped a serrated mic clip on it when the other end is attached to a helicopter lifting off?
And it was particularly entertaining when the mic clip snagged the tie, and the tie started to go airborne with the helicopter. While, of course, it was still firmly wrapped around my neck. A wild flailing of arms convinced Rick and the pilot that maybe our plan was flawed.
The helicopter put down. Rick and the pilot got out. we looked at each other in disbelief. And then we laughed our asses off.
That happened at least 25 years ago. No video evidence of the moment exists. It’s just as well.
And Route 11 still isn’t finished.