Squirrel is in his office, stretched out in one of the overstuffed leather chairs and half-pretending to watch a baseball game on TV with the governor of West Virginia. She had called the other day to ask him for a meeting about environmental policy, and in light of recent events, he hadn't wanted to say no, so here they are ( Read more... )

( Government takeover, in three acts. )

( You can never go home. )

It's a warm, sunny afternoon in Harrisburg; Squirrel is tired and stressed, and on his way back to his office following a long meeting with the president of the Pennsylvania chapter of the National Association of Mark Twain Impersonators, for reasons he is still not entirely clear on. Nutkin is curled up in his satchel, busily answering email on ( Read more... )

Squirrel's room is on the fifth floor, if the guidance of Stanley and Stella is anything to trust; they bound down the hall, all the way to the end, then turn right and follow that to the end.

And wedge themselves into the room by crawling under the door.

Outside, it's reasonably warm for a late-April night; the sky is clear, and the wind is light ( Read more... )

Footnotes:

( Lot of footnotes in here. )

( The... Campaignerdammerung. )

( Back on the trail. )

Questions, comments, attack ads of the waning days of the campaign are here.