Make Mine Extra Crispy
There are a thousand stories from the back-barns of Kentucky and ten thousand more of Revenue Agents and moonshiners trying to outwit one another, but there’s only one Representative Harold Rogers. One might be enough. A single Huey Long was enough for Louisiana.
Empire-builders are extraordinary men. They are either made from heroic egos and messianic vision or they are crafted of the darker components, greed and a thirst for power. Those who know him better than I (who knows him not at all) and the electorate of the state that is home to the Kentucky Derby will have to judge this man.
That judgement is only five months and a few weeks off. But there is something off-color in Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood, the environs in and around Corbin, Kentucky.
In between junkets to Hawaii (a state where Rogers has no constituents, but loves the cut of the greens) and setting up his son, John, in a start-up company (to which he has directed federal business), Hal comes off as an ordinary guy. Family ma…