The D.C. Metro opened in 1976. He was a member of Congress since 1973.
Life in the private sector isn’t as cushy as Lott thought it would be. No more free lunches, no more taxpayer-funded car and driver, no more overprotective press secretary guarding him from the pesky media…
…Lott really had no idea how to even go about taking public transportation. He didn’t know how to use the Metro fare card machines, or how much money to put on his trip ticket, or how to add money to one of the fare cards his wife gave him. Truly: clueless.
So Patricia Lott did what any good spouse would do. “I took my wife with me and she helped me out,” Lott said.
Eventually they figured it out together. As much as I hate the term “out of touch,” if there’s anyone who personifies the concept on our side — from his comments at Strom Thurmond’s birthday party to his dark hints about dealing with the “problem” known as conservative talk radio — it’s him. A tribute, then: Here’s my favorite clip from the amnesty debacle last summer, in which he takes to the floor of the Senate in a dramatic bid to salvage the floundering bill by arguing that they should pass it … just to prove that they’re still capable of passing stuff. Have a banana, Trent.