You have got to be kidding me.
Before beginning the drive, Mitt Romney put Seamus, the family’s hulking Irish setter, in a dog carrier and attached it to the station wagon’s roof rack. He’d built a windshield for the carrier, to make the ride more comfortable for the dog. […]
As the oldest son, Tagg Romney commandeered the way-back of the wagon, keeping his eyes fixed out the rear window, where he glimpsed the first sign of trouble. ”Dad!” he yelled. ”Gross!” A brown liquid was dripping down the back window, payback from an Irish setter who’d been riding on the roof in the wind for hours.
Found via this Time article.
Side note: The co-author of that Boston Globe piece is the younger brother of a friend I had while growing up in Somerset. Nice to see a local guy making good. I remember hanging out at with him and his brother at his house once and doing chemistry set experiments; they’re a great family. His sister was an Apple rep around the time I was starting my job at the university. I think I still have the brightly colored Apple T-shirt that became part of my work wardrobe at the time. (Co workers and I felt is was our duty to dress like geeks. I can’t remember why.)Posted by James at June 28, 2007 8:00 AM
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