I WAS SPLITTING WOOD IN FRONT OF MY New Hampshire house, trying to get the chores done before the next wave of Republican cavalry swept through, when Frank, my neighbor, called to say that the turkeys were back. "Great," I answered."Tell them to stop wrecking Medicare, and nix on that tax cut for the rich."
"No, no," said Frank, "the wild turkeys."
"Buchanan? Phil Gramm?" But the truth is that my state, like much of the rest of the country, is overrun by wild turkeys these days, and not all of them are running for President. A quarter-century ago there...
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