At a Heritage Foundation reception during the Reagan years, a pretty young blonde woman walked up to me one evening and brazenly told me that I would look better if I shaved off my mustache.
I’d had a mustache since the mid-1970s, but sometime thereafter I shaved it off and my wife, Zorine, said, “You look better without a mustache.”
I’d never clapped eyes on the young woman before, but it was Laura Ingraham, who at the time was working in the Reagan administration as a speechwriter.
Years later, after she became a popular national radio host, dispensing political advice and humor, she became disenchanted with Republican House Majority Leader Eric Cantor of Virginia. Cantor, like many others, had succumbed to the siren song of Washington’s elites, of access and power and principles shed.