Breakfast is not the time of day when one wants to see a full-page advert in the paper for a new "book" from an increasingly irrelevant political pundit. This is just not how the day should start. Yet it happened to me yesterday. I can only hope the newspaper was handsomely paid for the space.
As I lingered over coffee, considering the ad, and the author, and the politics involved, I recalled something I hadn't thought of in years, one of my dad's favorite sayings: "That man reminds me," dad would say, "of the south end of a horse going north."