It was supposed to be a treatise on his conservative bonifides, but now his book is cancelled. Dang. I was looking forward to his chapter on heavy equipment and wood in the morning, or the epic story of his castanets-playing temptress eating her salad under the palm tree, or something.
Hopefully, Sanford will soldier on and he can tell his story of a middle-aged conservative with a bad haircut, international intrigue, and the Firecracker that destroyed his career!
Maybe a pop-up book!