This year marks the 50th anniversary of Joseph Heller's classic novel "
Catch 22." In it, there's an unforgettable scene in which the protagonist, Yossarian, a bombardier in World War II, treats his fellow crew member Snowden's leg wound during an aerial bombing mission:
Next he began binding the compress in place with a roll of gauze. The second time around Snowden's thigh with the bandage, he spotted the small hole on the inside through which the piece of flak had entered, a round, crinkled wound the size of a quarter with blue edges and a black core where the blood had crusted. Yossarian sprinkled this one with sulfanilimide too and continued unwinding the gauze around Snowden's leg until the compress was secure. Then he snipped off the roll with the scissors and slit the end down the center. It was a good bandage, he knew, and he sat back on his heels with pride, wiping the perspiration from his brow, and grinned at Snowden with spontaneous friendliness.
'I'm cold,' Snowden moaned. 'I'm cold.'
'You're going to be all right, kid,' Yossarian assured him, patting his arm comfortingly. 'Everything's under control.'
I won't print the spoiler here, even for a 50 year old book, but you don't have to be a fan of "Catch 22" to guess that everything is
not under control. Everything is
not going to be all right. Yossarian, in fact, has been working on the wrong problem all along.
After the jump, why the Richardson city council's goal setting exercise reminded me of Yossarian's first aid.