I’ve enjoyed my time as a Buckley fellow immensely — and I’m sure Bob and Matt feel the same way. You can read about our experiences here. Here’s a taste of Bob’s blurb:

One hot and sticky August morning, I arrived at Buckley Towers in Manhattan. As I entered the office, editors were marking up an issue, publisher Jack Fowler was talking baseball, and writers — whom I had known only as bylines and cable stars — were riffing on Obamacare as deadlines loomed. It was quite the scene, like “Mad Men” meets “All the President’s Men,” without the skinny ties or liberal pablum.

Budding journalists, take heed: Applications are due April 18.