Actually, that’s probably as good a reason as any to attend the party in New York. The price of admission gets you a chance to shake Buckley’s hand, putting you one degree of separation from Reagan, Thatcher, Hayek, Kirk, Chambers, et al.

Plus: You’ll get to see me try to break my own record for shoving the most cocktail peanuts in my mouth at one time.

Now that is value if ever the word had meaning!