On an episode of The Editors not too long ago, Charlie Cooke used the expression “a busman’s holiday.” It’s British but familiar to Americans of a certain vintage. Put in American parlance, a bus driver’s vacation is one where the driver spends his free time riding the bus. If you spend your time off from work doing what you do at work, you’re taking a busman’s holiday.

This is where I confess that I keep up with National Review in the evenings and on weekends . . . and, yes, even while on vacation. It’s not just because I’m a news and politics junkie (guilty as charged). It’s because NR is the best source of analysis of our country’s and the world’s goings-on. It’s the best place to go for lively writing and spirited debate by the most thoughtful conservatives in the business. As another saying goes, it’s not work if you love it.

If you love it too — whether dipping in and out of NRO during the day, or reading your copy of the print magazine (near and dear to my heart) on the couch in the evening, or listening to our podcasts while taking a walk, or all of the above (because really, being an NR devotee is not just enlightening but fun) — then I hold out my open palm to you and, on behalf of all of us at NR, ask you to chip in to our spring fundraiser.

Keeping the whole shebang running isn’t cheap, so we must count on our readers to help us. I hope you’ll contribute with any amount you can, from $5 to $5,000.

Since 1955, National Review has been standing up for conservative principles. And we’ve been doing it in style. If you rely on NR and look forward to its offerings, will you drop in another coin? We’ll take you where you want to go, and the views are fantastic. You have our unending gratitude.

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