Faithful Departed—William F. Buckley Jr.
As I write about William F. Buckley, I can’t help thinking of my dad. They were alike in many ways, and my father introduced me,…
As I write about William F. Buckley, I can’t help thinking of my dad. They were alike in many ways, and my father introduced me,…
A few years ago during Yom Kippur, the holiest holiday on the Jewish calendar, I was in a little wooden synagogue on the Lower East Side of New York City. The rabbi, a venerable man whose voice carried throughout the temple, was extremely charismatic. For the first time in my temple-going life, I found myself listening intently to the sermon.