Wednesday, February 27, 2008
We always had the National Review around the house growing up, a magazine that I dipped into but never got into, if you know what I mean. William F. Buckley, though, he was cool. He'd loll back in his chair and absolutely drill some hapless sap who'd agreed to come on "Firing Line", and he did it with that Larchmont lockjaw accent-- even if you disagreed with him-- as I always did, you had to admire his style. He was my second favorite candidate for mayor of New York. There aren't many left from that time-- Gore Vidal should be careful crossing streets.