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The Shavano Institute: Does the Right Have the Right Stuff?

by Joseph Sobran

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i am not one to flaunt my friendships with the great. If you know Al Solzhenitsyn, you know he likes his privacy. But it would be hard to convey the flavor of the Shavano Institute’s first session, at the spacious, luxurious, gorgeous Broadmoor Hotel in Colorado Springs, without risking the charge of name-dropping.

Lyn Nofziger was there, and Dick Allen, and Joe Coors, and Bob Bleiberg, along with Frank Barnett and Tom Wolfe and Frank Shakespeare and John Chamberlain and Stan Evans and . . . (Stan told me he had brought his treasured copy of Look Homeward, Angel for Wolfe to autograph. He is also the only man on the Washington cocktail circuit who still pronounces “chablis” the way it’s spelled.) At luncheon the second day I sat at a table for four with Wolfe, my favorite living writer; Shakespeare, collateral descendant of my favorite non-living writer; and Holly Coors, wife of my favorite living brewer.

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