By Will Maines
WHEN I?RUN for president of the United States and people who don’t like me start searching for skeletons in the closet, I’m afraid they’ll need look no farther than my formerly faithful golden companion, Molly.
What they’ll find is that she — and probably in the resulting political spin talk, me by association — are nothing more than common thieves.
What’s more, Molly — and me by association — are the worst kind of thieves, berry patch thieves.
The two of us spent a good part of last weekend looking for berries,