Romer eats Varney's lunch

You’ve got to see this.  crooksandliars.com/…

Not a lot to say, except that Paul was a year behind me at a certain posh-ish prep-school, a quiet kid in my dorm with cowboy boots, way too much hair, and, at the time, no apparent pretensions to brilliance (granted, we were never in the same classes, so pretty hard to say).  Until this evening, we’d corresponded precisely once, about 30 years ago, when he was an up-and-coming prof at, I think, Berkeley, and I was futzing around with a middle-age masters at a less august establishment. 

More of this, please.