Genial Jeffersonian
Last week a man sat on an Indiana front porch, stuck his thumbs in his waistcoat as is his habit, put his straw hat on the back of his head. Grey-mustachioed, wrinkle-eyed Tom Taggart, owner of French Lick Springs and Democratic boss of Indiana meditated: To sue or not to sue. . . .
Once a youth—no common youth—wore a soiled waiter's apron as he hustled behind the counter of the old Indianapolis Union Station. People called him "Tom." Even Republicans liked this jovial pushing Irishman, were glad to help...
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