Dear Bill:
I was startled to open the NR of May 11 and discover, over the table of contents, a photograph of someone identified as “Ross” who was not me. I was, in fact, amazed when I realized that the solemn character in question was none other than my old nemesis from highschool days, Mitchell Koss. Once upon a time, schoolteachers would exalt his wit and deplore my illegibility when they meant to do precisely the reverse. Now the confusion which once paralyzed a single suburban Detroit high school has, for no apparent reason, assumed national proportions. I had heard from Joe Sobran that Koss had appeared in NR’s offices one day, attempting to sell an advertising column. He was always an artful fellow, and, apparently, while failing to sell the column, he managed to convince NR’s staff to put his picture in the magazine. In the great tradition of our long acquaintanceship, he had this done at my expense. This could set me back five years. Doubleday and I were planning an unveiling, later this year, of a new portrait of me by Mr. Jim Aplin which will appear on the jacket of my next book, Invitation to the Eighties. With the exception
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