Usually, when I start a story, I already know whether it has time travel in the plot, but
occasionally I’m surprised when the temporal antics arise, as in this story of Peter
Lanroyd’s attempt to change the outcome of a presidential election that’s stolen by an
ideologue. (No, no—not the year 2000. This is a
fictional tale.)
I first read this
one on an overnight ice-climbing trek not far from the ITTDB Citadel, hosted by fellow
indexer Tim.
To any man even remotely interested in politics, let alone one as involved as I am, every
1st Tue of every 4th Nov must seem like one of the crucial
if-points of history.