...for a day.
David Brooks is off today.
Baby steps, people. Baby steps.
Maybe after eleven more years I can drive him away for a whole week.
Rumor has it that, true to his word, he has gone out into the wilderness to seek a position at a "company" which performs "labour" so as to better understand where Joe and Jane Lollygagger stand on Edmund Burke. Today he'll try his luck at Amalgamated Spats, Congreve's Inflammable Powder and that up-and-coming Baltimore Opera Hat Company.
Yep. It's true. Today is my 11th blogiversary, which I will mark for future generations by spending the next few days working that fact awkwardly into various posts and then pointing you in the direction of my PayPal link.