722 days ago - When I was a little boy, my family lived in Boulder, Colo. During that time, there was a stretch of a connector ramp along the highway to Denver that rose high into the sky and just stopped. It was like one of those pieces of road that the “Dukes of Hazzard” or “Smokey and the Bandit” used to fly over although neither one of those shows or movies had been created yet. It was a thing of wonder and endless fantasy for a boy in first or second grade. My Dad told me that the state had run out of money and couldn’t finish it. Even at a young age, I found that very strange; why would a state start to build something if it didn’t know whether or not it could finish it? Wasn’t that wasting money? Do you think they’d let me ride my bike up there and just look down? Many of you probably already know where this is leading. … I had a great sense of deja vu as I read William Flook’s piece Thursday about the Dulles Rail project going forward without being certain of federal funding. Instead of the Rocky Mountains, though, the backdrop was a bunch of mismatched office buildings in Tysons Corner.