Whether visiting SEK’s office where he caught students having sex, the Nixon Library, or Eng and Chang’s grave (which oddly I have never written about here), I like weird tourism, especially if it intersects with American history. How to do this on the Colombian coast? Easy enough. Visit the bar where the Secret Service agent picked up the woman that led to the agency’s prostitution scandal. And here it is:
I love the guy who did this because he engaged in my favorite thing in the world: rank conservative hypocrisy.
Huntington was a world away from Severna Park, Maryland, where he lived with his wife of almost 20 years, who homeschooled their two teenage sons and ran a neighborhood Bible-study group. The Huntingtons owned a modest house with two white rocking chairs on the front porch and an American flag flying above the front door. They attended Granite Baptist Church in Glen Burnie. Arthur had graduated from Roberts Wesleyan College, a Christian school in Rochester, New York, where he studied criminal justice. Before joining the Secret Service, he was an airport security guard and then a cop in St. Petersburg, Florida.
I love it when my Baptist Bible school teaching home schooling good Christian security men just so happen to sleep with any woman that moves when their wives aren’t around.