A very long time ago, via a series of unlikely turns, I found myself – a 19-year-old nobody from the Denver suburbs – splitting a bottle of expensive champagne with William Buckley. The celebrated conservative was charming and amused as I explained, as only a college sophomore can, all the ways in which he was mistaken about the world.
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