Scott Johnson — my very over-qualified taxi driver — took me to the airport. What a charming, decent, guy like so many of the folks around here. As always, I’m amazed at the quiet professionalism and decency of the good folks of the upper Midwest.

Anyway, last night was great fun. The room was mostly NRO readers, which made it easy to just cut loose. Afterwards beer and bar food and much quizzing of me about what my colleagues are really like, etc etc. Good times.

Which brings to mind the subject of the convention. I told these folks that we would definitely have a major NRO meet-up during the convention. Scott Johnson says he’ll bring the brats (as in the sausages, not offspring). So, I hope the suits don’t make me a liar.