On the homepage today, we have a G-File, which I recommend, as always. I have something apropos. In anticipation of a move — National Review is going to a new building, for the first time in 21 years — we have cleaned out our offices. Thinned them. In mine, I found some folders of correspondence: letters, notes, and even some printed-out emails.

Here is one from January 1999: “Why is the Goldberg File days old on your site? Signed: His Mother.” I must have given some satisfactory reply — for then she writes, “His mother thanks you.”

Notes from Lucianne Goldberg, Jonah’s mother, are a hoot, however many years have passed. One note ends, “My words for the day? A Thong Is a Thing to Be Thung.” (I believe this refers to a song, lisped, rather than to slitty underwear.)

In the next issue of National Review, I will have a piece that quotes various old correspondence, including these notes from the divine Lucianne. But I thought you might like a sneak preview.