Speaking of Ted, on my way to his asbestos symposium at AEI today, I met Fred Barnes in the elevator, and actually had a decent little conversation about his new book on the way up. Yes, it's perhaps not the most starlicious encounter one could have, and no, I'm not generally one to be terribly star-struck to begin with (Well, I must admit I was quite jelly-kneed when I met Angelina Jolie at a hotel in Georgetown last April, but that's a whole 'nuther story -- even stars are star-struck by Angelina Jolie...I'm sure there are times when even Brad Pitt takes a moment mid-coitus to think to himself "holy shit, that's Angelina Jolie!")
But I digress. As I was saying, it's not that Fred Barnes is a big star, or even that I'm such a tremendous fan of his work. I'm not. It's just that it brought me back for a moment, in my head, to being the 12 year old geek who'd actually get excited about waking up Sunday mornings so I could A) nosh on some bagels and B) watch the McLaughlin Group. I remember seeing those faces every week -- Fred's included -- with their bona fides listed at the bottom of the screen (Jack Germond - Baltimore Sun) and having the first germinations of the thought that maybe I'd like to be a journalist someday.
So flash forward 20 years, and here I am, riding in an elevator, exchanging business cards with Fred Barnes. If nothing else, it is an interesting life, from time to time. I think I'll keep it.