My strategy yesterday was to spend a lot of money in Madison County to mess up economic analyses designed to show the boost Asheville gets when famous political figures pay a visit. Unfortunately, I had enough work to keep me busy until after the banks closed. When I finally arrived home, I found my Quotable Jefferson book doing a headstand on the floor. Was TJ rolling over on account of his namesake? Was the place ransacked for harboring a domestic terrorist (the kind that keeps a pocket Constitution in the glove box)?