If you had asked me a couple of years ago, I would have said that almost everybody I want to read is in National Review, with the obvious exceptions of Michel Houellebecq, David Mamet, and Bryan A. Garner. Now, I can read them in National Review, too. I have been a National Review reader for a lot longer than I have been a National Review writer, and while I do miss a couple of the big personalities (WFB, obviously, but also Florence King and many others) and the Trans-O-Gram, I really think that the magazine as a magazine is more interesting today than it ever has been. Nobody asked me to compose a marketing pitch today (though, really, subscribe if you haven’t), I’m just reading NR with my morning coffee and felt moved to write and to praise my colleagues for their good work.