I nearly met Tucker Carlson!
My degenerate (Harvard-credentialed) best friend has angled for years to get close enough to take a swing at this guy. But I happen to admire Tucker - and even moreso now, that he and The Daily Caller have broken the JournoList political reporters' collusion scandal.
In late 2000 as the internet bubble was bursting and my start-up WomensNewsLink.com was suffocating without second-round investment, events led me to the beautiful wooded McLean, VA home of Dick Carlson, a Washington 'dean' if there ever was one. I'd been briefed with his 30+ page "Curriculum Vitae," a bottomless trove of publications, appointments, and towering professional achievements including past President of the Corporation for Public Broadcasting, Director of Voice of America, and past U.S. Ambassador to the Seychelles. Dick's delightful intellect brought to mind my father's Professorial milieu and colleagues back at the academy, as we chatted in the sunlight-splashed living room for most of a late Friday afternoon. The spacious home was both rustic and stately, with a huge glassed floor-to-ceiling display of (what? - swords? walking sticks? wine bottles?) in the foyer.
As I rose to leave, there on a small side table was a sterling silver frame with a black and white portrait of a bow-tied young man, whom I instantly recognized as Tucker Carlson - then on CNN with Bill Press hosting a hysterical new show called The Spin Room.
Much more recently, Tucker's young kids entered the same school that my own daughter had attended from 1999-2008, but by then we had moved away from Washington DC. So although I feel a connection, we haven't met. Yet!
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