Two Saturday afternoons ago, after mowing the lawn at my girlfriend’s condo in Old Louisville — but several sunsets and rises before the Republican National Convention... JD Vance becoming Trump’s running mate... Biden dropping out... and rumors of Beshear being tapped as Harris’ VP, made even by the founder of this very paper — I was rifling through various documents on my computer, when I ran across an essay I’d written years back on the attempted assassination of Theodore Roosevelt — the ending of which was wrapped up in a neat little bow of tedious cliches about Teddy’s fortitude and courage under fire.
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