Tuning In With Betsy  

It's official, Alaska's Bridge to Nowhere is officially gone to Nowhere.

Yes, between 60 Minutes Investigating Journalists (and me complaining about it on my show ad naseum), plus my previous blogs on MySpace, the bridge has hit the wall.

The deal is dead.

Kaput.

Deader than a corpse in an Alfred Hitchcock Movie.

$398 million   That was the price tag.  The bridge is now history.

Can't Alaska find anyone to build a cheaper bridge to their airport?

Hey! Alaska!  Try my neighborhood, back home in Pennsylvania.  Whenever i need any help, with my house in Pa.,  TGITH, The Guys In The Hood, work for free.  Um, well, toss in a case or 2 of Moose Head and i can get anything i need done to the house.

Ok, so my cousin owns the Beer Company.  It's All in the Family.

Yes, i'm from a long line of Bootleggers.

Hey, it worked for Joe Kennedy.  And my Grandfather too.

 When the Feds came to break up his still, during Prohibition, he promptly ordered a ton of Anthracite  Coal, had it dumped on top of his still, and when the G Men arrived in the backyard, he handed them  a shovel and said, "If you want my still, dig it out yourself."

And the Feds went home.

Cheers!