Tuesday, September 9 — tomorrow — is the day. On the campus of Yale University, the U.S. Postal Service will officially introduce a Bill Buckley stamp. I think this is one of the coolest things ever, because I am a dork like that. But aren’t most of us in these parts? Rich Lowry often tells audiences about how he hid issues of National Review in his textbooks in classes during high school. I was too goody-two-shoes for that, plus I went to a high school where I was encouraged to wear my politics on my sleeve, so long as I made the case for my position. National Review helped me with the arguments, needless to say. And, of course, made me feel cooler than I was because of the style and wit oozing from its pages — and, well, WFB.

I’ve recently been trying to get back in the habit of writing letters — especially thank you notes (failing here the most) — and actually stamping them and getting them in the mail. That’s the hardest part, in my experience. Expect to see WFB on the envelope if one’s coming your way in the future.

If you happen to be in the New Haven area — or New York Metropolitan, for that matter — join some of us taking the good ole Metro-North to the stamp ceremony tomorrow afternoon. Bill’s son, Christopher, and George Will will be among those on the program. Details here.

And if I manage to get there early enough, I’m totally going to find a handful of Yale postcards to send out with the new stamp from there. (So, if you see me on the side of a road writing, don’t be concerned.)

I can only imagine how Bill would react to this historic moment. I suspect his humility would find it ridiculous, but his love of country and drive to be a good steward would lead to a deeper humility — one overwhelming him with the talents and opportunities God gave him — and the grace to do Him honor with so much of the nobility of his life, committed to truth and freedom.