Back in late February through early March I wound up reading Atlas Shrugged for the first time in my life. That revelation shocked many of those closest to me, who had assumed that bibliojunkie that I’ve always been, that I would have long ago devoured Ayn Rand’s classic novel.

Can’t help but wonder what my life would have developed into had I read the book when I was in high school or college. Atlas Shrugged didn’t add much substantially “new” to my belief system, but it did clarify and crystallize it as nothing else had before. I’m thinking of re-reading it again sometime soon (but I’ve re-read the part about Kip Chalmers’ train at least forty times since winter and laughed every time it goes into the tunnel: yes, I’m perverse that way :-P)

So now in a page right out of Atlas Shrugged, a coal mine owner in ...