Stanley Fish in the New York Times:
My father, Max Fish, was a plumber. His Uncle Frank, to whom he apprenticed, was a plumber. My brother Ron was a plumber until he retired at an early age to build villas in St. Kitts. And, as the oldest son, I was supposed to have been a plumber; my father never did quite understand what I chose to do instead.
Given these pieces of autobiography, you can understand why I have been more than slightly bemused to find that another plumber – Joe by name (although his name isn’t Joe and he’s not a licensed plumber) – has become a storied figure in a national election.
Max’s was a better story…