Most of us are familiar with the face of pundit Tucker Carlson, the bow-tied, editor of the Daily Caller who refuses to stop wearing his boarding school uniform. But not everyone gets to see his surprisingly tan visage up-close and personal. But I did. Yesterday. On the mean streets of New York City. Where he must have felt very uncomfortable and threatened.
It was just outside Penn Station. And I almost bumped into him. I was surprised to see him in my neck of the woods and even more surprised to see that he was with Paul Begala, the political consultant and commentator from the other side of the aisle, who sometimes e-mails me #NBD. But then again, so does President Barack Obama. Sometimes. Also, #NBD.
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