My National Review story began in Connecticut, where my parents often saw William F. Buckley sailing Patito, his 36-foot sloop, on Long Island Sound or popping into the corner store downtown. Years before that, as a student at Yale University, my mother often saw Buckley’s son in the dining hall between classes. And when my mother was a kid, her father watched Firing Line on TV.

I grew up in Florida and had no knowledge of my family’s familiarity with and fondness for Buckley’s magazine until I was older. Having just celebrated my five-year anniversary with National Review, I feel I’ve come full circle, grateful to have a place to call my intellectual home that feels like an extension of my roots. If you feel a similar connection to this essential publication, please consider donating to our spring webathon.

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