A good amount of mail about Mayor Abram Wilson, featured today in Impromptus. He seems to have struck a chord. The type of person a lot of Americans — certainly a lot of National Review readers — are hungry for.

Some of the mail goes something like this: Jay, where in the world did you find a black Republican officeholder who espouses a staunch conservatism, tugs at the heartstrings, and loves your kind of music supremely? You’ve got to be kidding me.

No, I am not kidding — and you have to know where to look.